brume

He dove at Brume, pushed with his own mind.

"This false knight, Brume, may spring upon him at any moment."

Any who enter would be killed, or worse - they could wander the brume forever.

Rod lifted the point of the sword toward Brume.

Brume might have teleported, under cover of his green fire.

Brume turned back to the convent, a sneering grin on his face.

After a good night's sleep, he would depart for March Brume.

Heavy clouds moved from the north and were invading the top of the mountain, covering it with a light brume.

So where was Brume getting that ability?

Rod fell back, startled, but Brume scrambled up and thrust with his sword.

"I would see the worm that dares command Brume."

Rod nodded, satisfied, and looked up at Brume.

Brume shouted, and threw a torch into the kindling.

Rod landed with a jolt, right in front of Brume, sword out and thrusting.

"Those thou didst see came from the twisted mind of the the sorcerer Brume."

"And she was stolen away by Brume?"

Brume glanced up, saw him, and a knife flicked itself from his belt, flying straight toward Rod.

Brume called, and marched boldly into the flames.

Then Brume snarled and lashed out at him.

Brown hills, the valleys faint with brume, A burnish on the lake .

His lips moved, almost soundlessly, with his dying words: "Brume.

Brume turned, hand flashing out as though throwing something, and a ball of force slammed into Rod's belly, knocking him down.

"This is the world of Brume, and we are named Brumians.

Modwis had said it was the sorcerer Brume, from his haunted castle in the east.

Brume fell back before her onslaught.