Summary of the Book 'The Dark World':
World War II veteran Edward Bonds recuperation from a disastrous fighter plane crash takes a distinct turn for the weird when he encounters a giant wolf a red witch and the undeniable power of the need-fire a portal to a world of magic and swordplay at once terribly new and hauntingly familiar. In the Dark World Bond opposes the machinations of the dread lord Ganelon and his terrible retinue of werewolves wizards and witches but all is not as it seems in this shadowy mirror of the real world and Bond discovers that a part of him feels more at home here than he ever has on Earth.
Excerpts from the Book 'The Dark World':
... a relaxer chair and switched on a lamp. It was utterly silent. I could not even hear the faint splashing of little waves on the lakeshore. There was ...
... fingers - tentacles - they darted here and there as if puzzled. They touched lamp, table, carpet, and drew back. They - touched me. Swiftly they leaped ...
... my conscious mind, to let the memories of Ganelon rise up to the surface if they were there at all. I could not yet accept this preposterous thought in ...
... speaks of Llyr? a deep voice behind me asked. Better not to lift that veil, Edeyrn! Yet it may be necessary, Edeyrn said. I turned, and ...
... alight with excitement and a kind of triumph. He was empty-handed, but a pistol-like weapon of some sort swung at his belt. Edward! he said urgently, ...
... are we going? I asked. To Caer Secaire. I told you there had been no sacrifice since I went to Earth-world to search for you. It is past time. What ...
... a great echoing hail swept then- ranks. Bond! Edward Bond! The forest rang with it, and there was new courage in the sound. Matholch's wild snarl ...
... you think I don't know Edward Bond from Ganelon? Lorryn, you're a fool! If the two weren't identical, we'd never have switched them in the first place, ...
... remember. It would be as well, perhaps, to let that memory stay lost, Freydis said somberly. But you are right. A dulled tool is no use. So listen. Rock-still, ...
... Rhymi, the wisest of the Coven. If he willed, he would answer my groping thought. If he willed not, nothing could force him. Nothing could harm the ...
... what I had done, Llyr was awake! I stared at Freydis with widened eyes, meeting her blue gaze that was widening too. She must have felt the stir as ...
... bower around us with their showers of shaking tendrils, but through an opening here and there we could see the rolling country far below us, glowing in ...
... altar. A stir deep within me told me what that trough was for. I leaned upon the sill, shaking with an anticipation that was half for myself and half ...
... was a source of strength to me, and at others a source of devouring weakness. Just now I hoped fervently that I might meet no delays for once I lost ...
... In the dark times of superstition, they did not fit too well. So he developed, with the science at his command and the mental strength he had, ...
... is the Sword? At Caer Llyr, Ghast Rhymi said. Go there. By the altar, there is a crystal pane. Don't you remember? I remember. Break that ...
... front was a single pane of transparent glass. It shone steadily with a cool blue light. What lay within I did not know, but I recognized that crystal ...
... the Caer, shaking it like a sapling. The golden clouds were drawn through the Window. With them went Edeyrn and Medea! One glimpse I had of them, the ...
... was a hard thing. At the last moment my muscles almost refused me, for it was as if I struck myself. I saw him reel back, and my own head reeled in imagination, ...
... within Ganelon lay knowledge of his own evil, and the hatred of it. So he could strike his own image and exult in the blow, because he hated himself ...