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Tales from the Ninth World

Table of Contents

Tales from the Ninth World

The Smell of Lightening

The Taste of Memory

The Sound of a Beast

About the Authors

Tales from the Ninth World

Monte Cook

The Ninth World is filled with amazing stimuli. It holds sights, sounds, and even odors

and tastes that we can only just begin to imagine. It is our world, but so very different.

Likewise, the Ninth World is filled with stories. The sorts of people who live

there are as varied, if not more so, than those around us today. Some are likable heroes.

Some are despicable villains. The vast majority fall somewhere in the middle.

We’re happy to give you a glimpse into the Ninth World with three brand-new

tales. In these stories, you’ll see into the lives of isolated nobles, urban thieves, and a

band of adventurers unlike any you’ve encountered before. You will get a whiff, a taste,

and perhaps even an earful of life in the world of Numenera.

The Smell of Lightning

Monte Cook

Faber awoke to the sounds of the castle growing again. He lay in his bed, listening to the

creaking and moaning of metal and glass and materials he didn’t have a name for. The air

grew colder, and he detected that strange odor again—like the smell of lightning, if there

was such a thing. Pulling the blankets closer around himself, he closed his eyes tightly

and tried to force himself back to sleep.

At breakfast the next morning, Faber sat at the grand table of polished culat,

which glistened like gold. Moretta always kept it looking like the day it had arrived from

the craftsmen in Westwood. His mother, Ladra, and his father, Naranial, had already

finished their meal. His father glared at him from over the stack of books in front of him,

but only for a moment. The scowl, the shaggy sideburns, and the wide, bald pate made

his father look almost like an abhuman. An abhuman with a jeweled eyepatch. His father

turned his attention back to the book he’d been reading. Still, a moment of his father’s

one good eye studying him and finding nothing of approval was enough to make the

young man’s heart sink.