A Dance of Cloaks (Shadowdance 1)

By David Dalglish

From USA Today bestselling writer David Dalglish

The Underworld ideas town of Veldaren. Thieves, smugglers, assassins... they worry just one guy.

In booklet no 1 of the Shadowdance sequence, Thren Felhorn is the best murderer of his time. all of the thieves' guilds of the town are lower than his unflinching keep an eye on. If he has his approach, dying will quickly spill out from the shadows and into the streets.
Aaron is Thren's son, expert to be inheritor to his father's felony empire. he is chilly, ruthless - every thing an murderer will be. but if Aaron hazards his lifestyles to guard a priest's daughter from his personal guild, he glimpses an international past piston, daggers, and the iron rule of his father.

Assassin or protector; each selection has its consequences.

Fantasy writer David Dalglish spins a story of retribution and darkness, and an underworld attaining for final energy.

Shadowdance
  • A Dance of Cloaks
  • A Dance of Blades
  • A Dance of Mirrors
  • A Dance of Shadows
  • A Dance of Ghosts
  • A Dance of Chaos
Seraphim
  • Skyborn
  • Fireborn
  • Shadowborn

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Undeniable, yet good made. not anything past the required. you've got forgotten you're a device, Gerand Crold, and not anything extra. To faux to be whatever else can lead to…dangerous conditions. inform me, my pricey consultant to the king, which might you otherwise be pierced by means of: my shortsword, or your rapier? ” Gerand glanced among the 2 blades. “My rapier,” he acknowledged. “A reliable choice,” stated Thren ahead of stabbing Gerand within the chest with it. He made certain to hit not anything very important, simply the beef close to the shoulder. Gerand choked down his ache as blood spilled around the violet of his gowns.

With no slowing he spun concerning the physique, stabbed back, after which jumped towards the opposite. His foot beaten windpipe; his dagger pierced lung. The clergymen fell. Haern tossed the sacrificial dagger. “Karak can maintain it,” he instructed the our bodies. With the bar damaged, he driven open the doorways comfortably. He shunned the obsidian steps, no longer liking the best way they glowed within the waning moonlight. The smooth grass felt terrific to his ft, as did the surprising rush of unpolluted air. in simple terms the fence blocked his manner. Haern laughed. After 5 clergymen, a fence will be child’s play.

She couldn’t lock a pavilion. by means of the Abyss, they didn’t also have doorways to close, simply thick flaps. “They’ve been told,” Laurie acknowledged as he got here again, startling her a bit. “Something amiss? ” he requested whilst he observed her leap. “No, purely pondering. Are you yes this is often clever? With the thief guilds nonetheless making an attempt so challenging to outlive, wouldn’t it's more secure in our property? ” Laurie settled his horse right into a mild trot that matched the wagon’s velocity. “Truth learn, i feel we’ll have to be diligent irrespective of the place we carry the Kensgold.

Haern opened his eyes and checked out her. “What if i've got not anything to like? ” he requested. The query pierced Delysia’s middle. She’d as soon as requested that very same query to her father after they’d had a foul struggle. She gave Haern an analogous solution he had given. by no means in her lifestyles had she ignored her father quite a bit. “Then you could love me,” she acknowledged. Her physique lurched ahead. Her mouth opened in surprise. Blood seeped down front of her costume as she fell, a small arrow shaft protruding of her again. “No! ” Haern screamed, catching her in his hands.

He observed how Aaron was once it, and his interest kindled. “What is happening, boy? ” he requested. “Why do you return in the following asking approximately gods? ” He didn’t are looking to solution, yet Robert was once his grasp. If he refused, then the following time he got here in asking questions, he may well get purely silence. “Kayla killed a clergyman of Ashhur at the present time. i used to be to kill his daughter, yet I failed. ” “Failed? ” requested Robert. “Or refused? ” Aaron felt his cheeks flush. If his father had learn him as sincerely, then their dialog may need taken a truly diversified flip while scolding him for his failure.

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