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Marcus strode through the low gate with the bells and the cheers of thousands ringing in his ears. A strong breeze swept through his hair the moment he was beyond the cyclopean stone threshold, and...

"And what is it you expect from us?" Marcus said.

"Your expertise," Silas Valoril said. "As I said, you were each chosen because you had done notable things or had notable knowledge pertaining to...

Something about the situation struck Marcus Book as being funny.

He let the notion come and go without outwardly acknowledging it, but inside he knew he could have laughed until he cried. He'd...

Marcus blinked, glancing from Sei to their captive. He stared for a long moment and realized the Mystic was right - the black-clad spy wasn't breathing.

"I've never heard of somebody dying from a...

Assassins?

Marcus was still examining the angles and possibilities when Sei threw a weapon with expert precision. Book's was a detective’s mind, shrewd and methodical and ever-active, and it...

Marcus’ eyes darted left and right as he thought, considering the implications of this visit, reviewing the facts – the evidence. He didn’t know if he could trust Sei Orlouge: they’d often...

Sei’s search took him well into the ruins in the southern quarter of Knife’s Edge, an area the locals called Rubble Town for obvious reasons. People kept their heads down in Rubble Town, gathered...

Here's a different idea, because we're not the ones claiming to be prophets here. The burden of proof is on you. You're trying to tell us that the president of the United States of America is...

What would a lady president do different from a dude president?

Althanas.

The quill paused on the page, leaving a red-black blot on the page that steadily grew outward. The fledgling lifted the quill from the paper, and for a long time watched the blood-ink seep into the...

“I know this is hard, Brother Sten,” one of the Grandmasters said, “but you must go on. We must know what you saw. What happened next?”

Ora’s shoulders drooped, and he sighed, lowering...

It was the longest night in Ora’s memory.

He sat in the dark with his back to one of the carriage’s wheels, listening to the horses chew and the wind whispering in the grass. His sword was...

“I think we’ve been tricked,” Ora Sten said.

The carriage was perched at the apex of a hill overlooking a narrow valley of rocks and brown-grey grass. A chain of jagged mountains loomed over...

In the end, the word went out that the corpse of Alexander Farkus was worth three bushels of corn and a barrel of rum. Less than an hour later, the first group of villagers produced a desiccated...

The door was reinforced, but that didn’t matter much. Marcus went through shoulder-first with so much force that the wood dissolved into splinters around him, and it did nothing to slow him down....

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The prospect of finding the corpse of a man murdered in secret half a decade past was daunting enough, but Ora Sten could not imagine how such a thing could be accomplished in Farshire. It seemed to...

I like how everybody here putting up an "against" argument can't spell.

Just sayin'.

They bought a coffin from the village, and put Anya’s body inside it, and then stored it on the carriage. Ora didn’t want to pay for it, or use any goods produced in that cursed village, but...

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Farshire was once a jewel in the distant wilderness, a beacon of civilization in one of the harshest lands on Althanas. But they had paid for their finery and safety with the blood of their neighbors...

They took the carriage north and east, switching out the horses with decreasing frequency as they trekked farther out from civilized Salvar. Marcus was largely silent and unmoving. He ate and slept...

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“You can imagine my shock when he came through looking like a wild man,” Olvar said. “Well, I’m sure you can imagine my shock at something coming through at all, thinking I was about to have...