By David Dalglish
“We are those who personal the evening. we're the ones with blood on our palms. we're the reapers, the demons, the darkish shadows wielding metal. we won't be denied our vengeance.”
Haern is the King's Watcher, protector opposed to thieves and nobles who may well fill the evening with blood. but hundreds and hundreds of miles away, an murderer referred to as the Wraith has all started slaughtering these in energy, and leaving the logo of the Watcher in mockery. while Haern travels south to confront his copycat killer, he reveals a urban governed by means of the corrupt, the grasping, and the harmful. Rioters fill the streets, and the specter of battle with the mysterious elves hangs over all. to forestall it, Haern needs to confront the lethal Wraith, and the fellow he could become.
A DANCE OF demise by way of David Dalglish
Man or God; what occurs whilst the traces are blurred?
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Kyra's brow creased with thought. "If I don't misremember, aye. " Kyra had misremembered - but by underestimating the size of the cave. There was enough room at the back for all five horses to stand shoulder to shoulder, with enough space left over for one rider at a time to rub his beast down without getting trampled on. An overhanging shelf of limestone made it possible to build a fire at the front of the cave without all of them eating smoke. And there was wood stocked at the side, dry enough that there wasn't much of that smoke in the first place.
Kethry gave her spell another little mental nudge, sending the temperature of the tent a notch upward. I should have been doing this on a regular basis, she told herself guiltily. Well - that's soon mended. " The sweet-faced sorceress gathered strands of hair like sun-touched amber into both hands, twisting her curly mane into a knot at the back of her neck. The light from the shaded lantern which hung on the tent's crossbar, augmented by the light of the shielding spell, was strong enough that Tarma noted the dark circles under her cloudy green eyes.
She stared at the canvas of the tent roof, bright with yellow mage-light, and basked in the heat. "I pity the rest of the Hawks, with nobody to weatherproof their tents, and nothing but an itty-bitty brazier to keep it warm. " "Me too," Kethry replied with a tired smile, sitting crosslegged on her own bedroll to fasten the knot of hair more securely, "though there's only a handful really twoing it. " Tarma cracked her left eye open enough to see Kethry's face. The question obviously caught the mage by surprise.