By David Dalglish
“We are those who personal the evening. we're the ones with blood on our fingers. we're the reapers, the demons, the darkish shadows wielding metal. we can'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 strength, and leaving the logo of the Watcher in mockery. while Haern travels south to confront his copycat killer, he reveals a urban governed by way of the corrupt, the grasping, and the harmful. Rioters fill the streets, and the specter of conflict with the mysterious elves hangs over all. to prevent it, Haern needs to confront the lethal Wraith, and the fellow he may possibly become.
A DANCE OF loss of life by way of David Dalglish
Man or God; what occurs while the strains are blurred?
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