A Dance of Blades: 2 (Shadowdance, 2) - Softcover

Dalglish, David

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ISBN 10: 0316242497 ISBN 13: 9780316242493

Verlag: ORBIT, 2013

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From USA Today bestselling author David Dalglish
It's been five long years since the city learned to fear. . .

In book #2 of the Shadowdance series, the war between the thief guilds and the powerful allegiance known as the Trifect has slowly dwindled. Now only the mysterious Haern is left to wage his private battle against the guilds in the guise of the Watcher -- a vicious killer who knows no limits. But when the son of Alyssa Gemcroft, one of the three leaders of the Trifect, is believed murdered, the slaughter begins anew. Mercenaries flood the streets with one goal in mind: find and kill the Watcher.

Peace or destruction; every war must have its end.

Fantasy author David Dalglish spins a tale of retribution and darkness, and an underworld reaching for ultimate power.

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David Dalglish currently lives in rural Missouri with his wife Samantha, and daughters Morgan, Katherine, and Alyssa. He graduated from Missouri Southern State University in 2006 with a degree in Mathematics and currently spends his free time dying for the umpteenth time in Dark Souls.

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A Dance of Blades

By David Dalglish

Orbit

Copyright © 2013 David Dalglish
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-316-24249-3

CHAPTER 1

Haern watched the ropes fly over the wall, heavy weights on their ends. Theyclacked against the stone, then settled on the street. The ropes looked likebrown snakes in the pale moonlight, appropriately enough given the Serpent Guildcontrolled them.

For several minutes, nothing. Haern shifted under his well-worn cloaks, hisexposed hand shivering in the cold while holding an empty bottle. He kept hishood low, and he bobbed his head as if sleeping. When the first Serpent enteredthe alley from the street, Haern spotted him with ease. The man looked young forsuch a task, but then two older men arrived, their hands and faces scarred fromthe brutal life they led. Deep green cloaks fluttered behind them as they rushedpast the houses and to the wall where the ropes hung like vines. They tuggedeach rope twice, giving their signal. Then the older ones grabbed a rope whilethe younger looped them about a carved inset in the aged stone wall, then tiedthe weighted ends together.

"Quick and quiet," he heard one of the elder whisper to the younger. "Don't letthe crate make a sound when it lands, and the gods help you if you drop it."

Haern let his head bob lower. The three were to his right, little more thantwenty feet away. Already he knew their skill was laughable if they had not yetnoticed his presence. His right eye peeked from under his hood, his necktwisting slightly to give him a better view. Another Serpent appeared fromoutside the city, climbing atop the wall and motioning down to the others. Theirarm muscles bulging, the older two began pulling on the ropes. Meanwhile theyounger steadily took in the slack so it wouldn't get in their way.

Haern coughed as the crate reached the top of the wall. This time the youngerheard, and he tensed as if expecting to be shot with an arrow.

"Someone's watching," he whispered to the others.

Haern leaned back, the cloaks hiding his grin. About damn time. He let thebottle roll from his limp hand, the sound of glass on stone grating in thesilence.

"Just a drunk," said one of them. "Go chase him off."

Haern heard the soft sound of a blade scraping against leather, most likely theyoung one's belt.

"Get out of here," said the Serpent.

Haern let out a loud, obnoxious snore. A boot kicked his side, but it was weak,hesitant. He shuddered as if waking from a dream.

"Why ... why you kick me?" he asked, his hood still low. He had to time it justright, at the exact moment the crate touched ground.

"Beat it!" hissed the young thief. "Now, or I'll gut you!"

Haern looked up into his eyes. He knew shadows danced across his face, but hiseyes ... the man clearly saw his eyes. His dagger dipped in his hand, and hetook a step back. Haern's drunken persona had vanished as if it had never been.No defeat, no inherent feeling of lowliness or shame. Only a calm stare thatpromised death. As the crate softly thumped to the ground, Haern stood, hisintricate gray cloaks falling aside to reveal the two swords sheathed at hiships.

"Shit, it's him!" the thief screamed, turning to run.

Haern felt contempt ripple through him. Such poor training ... did the guildslet anyone in now? He took the young man down, making sure no hit was lethal. Heneeded a message delivered.

"Who?" asked one, turning at the cry.

Haern cut his throat before he could draw his blade. The other yelped andstepped back. His dagger parried the first of Haern's stabs, but he had noconcept of positioning. Haern smacked the dagger twice to the right, thenslipped his left sword into his belly and twisted. As the thief bled out, Haernlooked to the Serpent atop the wall.

"Care to join the fun?" he asked, yanking out his blade and letting the blooddrip to the street. "I'm out of players."

Two daggers whirled down at him. He sidestepped one and smacked away the other.Hoping to provoke the man further, Haern kicked the crate. With no other option,the thief turned and fled back down the wall on the other side. Disappointed,Haern sheathed a sword and used the other to pry open the crate. With a loudcreak the top came off, revealing three burlap sacks within. He dipped a hand inone, and it came out dripping with gold coins, each one clearly marked with thesigil of the Gemcroft family.

Interesting.

"Please," he heard the young thief beg. He bled from cuts on his arms and legs,most certainly painful, but nothing life-threatening. The worst Haern had donewas hamstring him to prevent him from fleeing. "Please, don't kill me. I can't,I can't ..."

Haern slung all three bags over his shoulder. With his free hand he pressed thetip of his sword against the young man's throat.

"They'll want to know why you lived," he said.

The man had no response to that, only a pathetic sniffle. Haern shook his head.How far the Serpent Guild had fallen ... but all the guilds had fallen sincethat bloody night five years ago. Thren Felhorn, the legend, had failed in hiscoup, bringing doom upon the underworld. Thren ... his father...

"Tell them you have a message," Haern said. "Tell them I'm watching."

"Who?"

In response Haern took his sword and dipped it in the man's blood.

"They'll know who," he said before vanishing, leaving only a single eye drawn inthe dirt as his message, blood for its ink, a sword its quill.

He didn't go far. He had to lug the bags to the rooftops one at a time, but oncehe was up high his urgency dwindled. The rooftops were his home, had been foryears. Following the main road west, he reached the inner markets, still silentand empty. Plunking down the bags, he lay with his eyes closed and waited.

He woke to the sounds of trade. Hunger stirred in his belly, but he ignored it.Hunger, like loneliness and pain, had become a constant companion. He wouldn'tcall it friend, though.

"May you go to better hands," Haern said to the first sack of gold beforestabbing its side. Coins spilled, and he hurled them like rain to the packedstreets. Without pause he cut the second and third, flinging them to thesuddenly ravenous crowd. They dove and fought as the gold rolled along, bouncingoff bodies and plinking into various wooden stalls. Only a few bothered to lookup, those who were lame or old and dared not fight the crowd.

"The Watcher!" someone cried. "The Watcher is here!"

The cry put a smile on his lips as Haern fled south, having not kept a singlecoin.

It had taken five years, but at last Alyssa Gemcroft understood her latefather's paranoia. The meal placed before her smelled delicious, spiced porkintermixed with baked apples, but her appetite remained dormant.

"I can have one of the servants taste it, if you'd like," said her closestfamily advisor, a man named Bertram who had loyally served her father. "I'lleven do so myself."

"No," she said, brushing errant strands of her red hair back and tucking thembehind her left ear. "That's not necessary. I can afford to skip a meal."

Bertram frowned, and she hated the way he looked at her—like a dotinggrandfather, or a worried teacher. Just the night before, two servants had diedeating their daily rations. Though she'd replaced much of the mansion's food, aswell as executed those she thought responsible, the memory lingered in Alyssa'smind. The way the two had retched, their faces turning a horrific shade ofpurple ...

She snapped her fingers, and the many waiting servants rushed to clear the traysaway. Despite the rumble in her belly, she felt better with the food gone. Atleast now she could think without fear of convulsing to death because of somestrange toxin. Bertram motioned to a chair beside her, and she gave himpermission to sit.

"I know these are not peaceful times," he said, "but we cannot allow fear tocontrol our lives. That is a victory you know the thief guilds have longed for."

"We're approaching the fifth anniversary of the Bloody Kensgold," Alyssa said,referring to a gathering of the Trifect, the three wealthiest families ofmerchants, nobles, and power brokers in all of Dezrel. On that night ThrenFelhorn had led an uprising of thief guilds against the Trifect, burning downone of their mansions and attempting to annihilate their leaders. He'd failed,and his guild had broken down to a fraction of its former size. On that nightAlyssa had assumed control after the death of her father, victim to an arrow asthey'd fought to protect their home.

"I know," Bertram said. "Is that what distracts you so? Leon and Laurie haveboth agreed to delay another Kensgold until this dangerous business is overwith."

"And when will that be?" she asked as another servant arrived with a silver cupof wine. "I hide here in my mansion, fearful of my food and scared of everyshadow in my bedroom. We cannot defeat the guilds, Bertram. We've broken them,fractured many to pieces, but it's like smashing a puddle with a club. They allcome back together, under new names, new leaders."

"The end is approaching," Bertram said. "This is Thren's war, and he championsit with the last of his strength. But he is not so strong, not so young. HisSpider Guild is far from the force it used to be. In time the other guilds willsee reason and turn against him. Until then, we have only one choice left beforeus, and that is to endure."

Alyssa closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of the wine. For a moment shewondered if it was poisoned, but she fought the paranoia down. She would notsacrifice such a simple pleasure. She couldn't give the rogues that much of avictory.

Still, when she drank, it was a small sip.

"You told me much the same after the Kensgold," she said, setting down the cup."As you have every year for the past five. The mercenaries have bled us dry. Ourmines to the north no longer produce the yields they were renowned for. The kingis too frightened to help us. How long until we eat in rags, without coin forservants and wood for fires?"

"We are on the defensive," Bertram said, accepting his own cup of wine. "Such isour fate for being a large target. But the bloodshed has slowed, you know thatas well as I. Be patient. Let us bleed them as they bleed us. The last thing wewant is to inflame their passions while we still appear weak and leaderless."

Alyssa felt anger flare in her chest, not only at the insult, but also at itsdamning familiarity.

"Leaderless?" she asked. "I have protected the Gemcroft name for five years ofshadow wars. I've brokered trade agreements, organized mercenaries, bribednobles, and done everything as well as my father ever did, yet we areleaderless? Why is that, Bertram?"

Bertram endured the rant without a shred of emotion on his face, and that onlyinfuriated Alyssa further. Again she felt like a schoolchild before her teacher,and part of her wondered if that was exactly how her advisor viewed her.

"I say this only because the rest of Dezrel believes it," he said when she wasfinished. "You have no husband, and the only heir to the Gemcroft name is abastard of unknown heritage."

"Don't talk about Nathaniel that way," she said, her voice turning cold. "Don'tyou dare speak ill of my son."

Bertram raised his hands and spread his palms.

"I meant no offense, milady. Nathaniel is a good child, smart too. But a lady ofyour station should be partnered with someone equally influential. You've hadmany suitors; surely you've taken a liking to one of them?"

Alyssa took another sip of wine, her eyes glancing up at the shadowy corners ofthe dining hall.

"Leave me," she said. "All of you. We'll speak of this another time."

Bertram stood, bowed, and followed the servants out.

"Come down, Zusa," she told the ceiling. "You know you're always welcome at mytable. There's no need for you to skulk and hide."

Clinging like a spider to the wall, Zusa smiled down at her. With deceptive easeshe let go, falling headfirst toward the carpet. A deft twist of her arms, atuck of her knees, and she landed gracefully on her feet, her long cloakbillowing behind her. Instead of any normal outfit she wore long strips of clothwrapped around her body, hiding every inch of skin. Except for above her neck,Alyssa was still pleased to see. Zusa had once belonged to a strict order ofKarak, the dark god. Upon her willful exile Zusa had cast aside the cloth fromher face, revealing her stunning looks and her beautiful black hair, which shekept cropped short around her neck. Two daggers hung from her belt, wickedlysharp.

"Let me be the one in the shadows," Zusa said, smiling. "That way you are safe,for no assassin can hide beside me."

Alyssa gestured for her friend to sit. Zusa refused, but Alyssa took no offense.It was just one of the skilled lady's many quirks. The woman had rescued heryears before from an attempt by a former lover to take over her family line, andthen helped protect her estate from Thren's plans. She owed her life to Zusa, soif Zusa wanted to stand instead of sit, she was more than welcome.

"Did you hear everything?" Alyssa asked.

"Everything of worth. The old man is scared. He tries to be the rock in a storm,to survive by doing nothing until it passes."

"Sometimes a sound strategy."

Zusa smirked. "This storm will not pass, not without action. Not withhis cowardly action. You know what Bertram wants. He wants you beddedand yoked to another man. Then your womanly passions may be safely ignored, andhe can rule through your husband."

"Bertram has no desire for power."

Zusa lifted an eyebrow. "Can you know for sure? He is old, but not dead."

Alyssa sighed and drained her cup.

"What should I do?" she asked. She felt tired, lost. She badly missed her son.She'd sent Nathaniel north to Felwood Castle, to be fostered by Lord JohnGandrem. John was a good man, and a good friend of the family. More important,he was far away from Veldaren and its guilds of thieves. At least thereNathaniel was safe, and the training he received would help him later in life.

"Bertram's question ... are there any you have taken a fancy to?" Zusa asked.

Alyssa shrugged.

"Mark Tullen was attractive, though his station is probably lower than Bertramwould prefer. At least he was willing to talk to me instead of staring down myblouse. Also, that noble who runs our mines, Arthur something ..."

"Hadfield," Zusa said.

"That's right. He's pleasant enough, and not ugly ... little distant, though.Guess that's just a product of being older."

"The older, the less likely to cavort with other women."

"He's more than welcome to," Alyssa said. She stood and turned away, trying tovoice a silent fear she'd held on to for years, a fear that had strangled herrelationships and kept her unmarried. "But any child we have ... that is whowill become the Gemcroft heir. Too many will shove Nathaniel aside, deem himunfit, unworthy. I can't do that to him, Zusa. I can't deny him his right. He'smy firstborn."

She felt Zusa's arms slip around her. Startled by the uncommon display ofemotion, she accepted the hug.

"If your son is strong, he will claim what is his, no matter what the worldtries," she said. "Do not be afraid."

"Thank you," Alyssa said, pulling back and smiling. "What would I do withoutyou?"

"May we never find out," Zusa said, bowing low.

Alyssa waved her off, then retreated to her private chambers. She stared out thethick glass window, beyond her mansion's great walls, to the city of Veldaren.She found herself hating the city, hating every dark corner and crevice. Alwaysit conspired against her, waiting with poison and dagger to ...

No. She had to stop thinking like that. She had to stop letting the thief guildscontrol every aspect of her life through force and fear. So she sat at her desk,pulled out an inkwell and a piece of parchment, and paused. She'd sent Nathanielaway to protect him, to be fostered with a good family. Not so long ago herfather had done the same with her, and she remembered her anger, her loneliness,and her feelings of betrayal. Gods help her, she'd even sent Nathaniel to thesame person she'd been sent to. Once more she understood her father in a way shenever had before. He'd hidden her because he loved her, not to get her out ofthe way as she'd once thought.

Still, how angry she'd been when she returned ...

No, she would not let history repeat itself. Her decision made, she dipped thequill in the ink and began writing.

My dear Lord Tullen, she began. I have a request for you involvingmy son, Nathaniel ...

CHAPTER 2

Biggs kept watch at the door while the rest of the Hawk Guild cleared away thebodies.

"How many will be coming?" asked one as he wrapped a body in its dark graycloak.

"Depends," said Biggs.

"On what?"

Biggs rolled his eyes. "On who is coming. If it's Veliana, only a handful. Ifit's Garrick, though ... maybe twenty."

(Continues...)

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• Verlag: ORBIT
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2013
• ISBN 10: 0316242497
• ISBN 13: 9780316242493
• Einband: Tapa blanda
• Sprache: Englisch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 416
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