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Excerpt from "Comes a Horseman" script
Cut scene from "Revelation 6:8" — find out how Methos left the Horsemen
Interview with Josepha Sherman, author of The Captive Soul, at Ad Astra con in June 1998.
Excerpt from an earlier version of the Endgame script.

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Over three thousand years ago, Methos helped the Egyptian pharaohs in their battle against sadistic Hyksos overlords. Then, he fought Khyan, an Immortal Hyksos prince, but failed to take his head. Now, a deadly madman stalks modern New York City, hunting an ancient sword, killing all who stand in his way. It can only be Khyan, seeking revenge. If Methos does not destroy this darkness from his past, he, Duncan MacLeod, and indeed all Immortals will be doomed...

Interview with author Josepha Sherman at Ad Astra con in June 1998

Below are two excerpts from the first (and hopefully not the last!) Methos novel.

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"Khyan knows that the sword is here, he wants it, and he's trying to get the gods, Set in particular, to help him locate it."

"And we," MacLeod said, "have to stop him."

Methos looked at him with absolutely no expression. " 'We.' "

"Come on, Methos! You're the one who knows what he looks like! You want me to call the police and tell them, 'There's a three-thousand-year-old madman sacrificing people, and you can only kill him by cutting off his head'? You know about the Hyksos — and about this Khyan."

"Sorry. I gave up my Boy Scout badges a long time ago."

"Methos."

"And no, I am not going to feel guilty over the antics of a lunatic I didn't get to behead over three thousand years ago."

With great restraint, MacLeod said, "I'm not asking you to be a Boy Scout. But we are faced with an insane Immortal. One who is killing people so that he can perform divinations over their mangled bodies—"

"Exactly. I am, as the saying goes, out of here."

"No, you are not. Think about it, Methos: Even if the police do manage to track Khyan down and capture him, he's not going to stay caught for long. Nor is he going to keep his mouth shut about himself or the rest of us. And a murderous, crazy Immortal who isn't going to worry about mortals discovering who and what he is—"

Methos held up both hands in resignation. "Is a danger to all Immortals," he finished. "Yes, right, true enough. Particularly if he happens to miraculously come back to life in front of everyone, or is subjected to any in-depth medical tests. And yes, true enough, I'm the only one who knows enough about him and his native time and place to have any hope of stopping him."

"Well?"

"Well, what? I don't have much of a choice, do I? But — d'you know something, Duncan?"

"What?"

"I really do hate it when you're right."

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Egypt, Avaris: Reign of King Apophis, 1573 B.C.

"Ha, here you are!"

Methos started at the sudden shout and sharp inner warning of another Immortal, then stifled a sigh. The last person he wished to see right now was Prince Khyan.

But before he could make any excuses, Khyan was propelling a warm, soft body full into his arms, saying, laughing, "Here! A gift!"

Methos drew back enough to see that it was, indeed, a woman who had just been all but thrown at him. A young woman, at second glance, though with the air of someone who had suffered so much she no longer cared about youth or even life. Slender, fine-boned, an Egyptian slave, no doubt. What he could see of her lowered head, the sweet curve of a cheek, implied a lovely face, and Methos gently tipped her head up again with a hand — only to force himself not to make the slightest of starts, the slightest sound of surprise.

Her face had, indeed, been lovely. Once. Now the scar of a badly healed burn scored its angry way down one cheek and on down the side of her throat.

"I know she's flawed," Khyan said coarsely, "but not where it matters! Blow out the lamp before you strip her, and you'll find all that a man needs to find! Trust me, it's all there!"

Used goods, and damaged as well.

But there was such dull sadness to the woman that he couldn't mock her, even in thought.

Nor, Methos realized, could he refuse the gift; Khyan would, one way or another, casually kill her, and possibly come after him, too, for the insult.

"I thank you, Prince Kyhan," Methos said with a bow. "Woman, come."

"That's right!" Khyan yelled after them. "Try her out! She's a hard worker, that one!"

The woman flinched ever so slightly, and Methos glanced at her. "I won't give you back to him," he said experimentally, and she flashed him a glance of such gratitude that something deep within his being winced.

Oh, I don't need another complication, I really don't.

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©1998 Warner Books, Inc. All rights reserved. Highlander: The Captive Soul by Josepha Sherman. US $5.99 ISBN 0-446-60571-9

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