By Steven Brust
Years in the past, Vlad Taltos got here to make his manner as a human amidst the impossibly tall, beautifully long-lived natives of the Dragaeran Empire. He joined the Jhereg, the Dragaeran residence (of which there are seventeen) that handles the Empire's vices: playing, rackets, geared up crime. He grew to become a certified murderer. He used to be stable at it.
But that used to be then, prior to Vlad and the Jhereg grew to become mortal enemies.
For years, Vlad has run from one finish of the Empire to the opposite, fending off the Jhereg assassins who pursue him. Now, eventually, he's again within the imperial capital the place his friends and family are. He potential to stick there this time. no matter what occurs. And no matter what it takes.
Hawk is the newest in Steven Brust's New York Times bestselling Vlad Taltos sequence.
"Watch Steven Brust. He's reliable. He strikes quickly. He surprises you. gazing him untangle the various threads of intrigue, honor, personality and mayhem from amid the gears of a global as intricately developed as a Swiss watch is an extraordinary pleasure."
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His lord's rage ebbing, but slowly, trickling down like the rain. Blood leaked from a sword wound in Anomander's left shoul¬der. And there had been a look in his eyes . , Endest sighed as he worked his way up the street's slope, but it was an uneven, harsh sigh. Off to his left was the heaped rubble of the old palace. A few jagged walls rose here and there, and crews had carved paths into the mass of wreckage, salvaging stone and the occasional timber that had not burned. The deafening col¬lapse of that edifice still shivered in Endest's bones, and he slowed in his climb, one hand reaching Out to lean against a wall.
Facing the crystal window that ran the entire length of the Nightwater wall, his long silver-white hair faintly luminous in the muted, refracted light cast into the room by the faceted quartz. The sword Dragnipur was nowhere in sight. Three steps into the chamber and Spinnock halted. ' 'You won again, Lord. ' Spinnock smiled wryly. 'When all else seems lost. ' Perhaps Anomander Rake nodded at that, or his gaze, fixed somewhere out on the waves of Nightwater, shifted downward to something closer by.
Am I not the last one left to share with my lord that memory! The pressure slowly eased. And once again, he had survived the embrace. And the next time? There was no telling, but he did not believe he could last much longer. The pain clutching his chest, the thunder in his skull. We have found a new supply of cadaver eels. That is what I will tell him. And he will smile and nod, and perhaps settle one hand on my shoulder. A gentle, cautious squeeze, light enough to ensure that nothing breaks. He will speak his gratitude.