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By David Chandler

Situation made him a felony. future could make him a hero. As a thief, Malden is remarkable within the loose urban of Ness, and satisfied there. yet via saving the lifetime of the knight Croy, Malden has certain himself to an historical, noble brotherhood . . . and he now possesses one in every of in simple terms seven historic Blades able to destroying demons. Malden fears accompanying Croy and the barbarian M?rget on their quest to dispatch a bad creature of nightmare . . . nor does he are looking to disturb the vengeful lifeless. yet with an murderer on his heels, the younger cutpurse is left without selection. and there's the comely sorceress, Cythera, to think about— promised to Croy yet in love with Malden—not to say the incredible treasure rumored to be hidden within the depths of the demon’s lair . . .

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Aethlinga was old and frail but still she climbed the branches for a better look. Out at sea the ships stood motionless on the curling waves, their sails furled now, their railings thick with refugees. Less desperate than they might have been. They had reached their destination. Down on the shore, boats were landing, long, narrow wooden boats crammed with men. Hairy, unwashed, their lips cracked and cratered with scurvy. Their faces gaunt and grim after their long voyage. Iron weapons in their hands.

Of trying desperately to find a way to forestall it. When it could never be prevented. The human knight leaned down over them, his face warped by hatred. Spittle flew from his lips as he barked at the bronze-clad warriors. “You’re going to die. Every last one of you will die! ” The hatred—the death that was coming—the tumult— “He knew,” the painted woman said. Her voice thick with loss, with dread at the sacrifices that had been made. “The Hieromagus had seen the future. He saw this, all of this.

Her, the Hieromagus thought—her—it was the one he sought, but in the wrong time—she was cut loose from him still, but so close, so— A man with the features of a priest, but the eyes of a murderer. This one only smiled, and did not speak. This one showed only the teeth of a predatory animal. He dared not look on that one too long, even in memory. Two knights with the same name, one dissembling, not a knight at all. He was something else entirely, something hated, and yet he was the key to liberation.

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