By David Dalglish
From USA Today bestselling writer David Dalglish
THE UNDERWORLD TREMBLES on the upward thrust OF THE SUN...
In booklet #5 of the Shadowdance series... an evening of fireside and blood heralds Muzien the Darkhand's arrival to Veldaren. With him comes the could of the sunlight Guild, wanting to unfold their felony empire.
Left blind after being attacked by way of the Widow, Alyssa Gemcroft struggles to carry jointly the remnants of the Trifect because the sunlight Guild's arrival threatens to shatter no matter what destiny her son may have left.
Veldaren's purely desire is within the Watcher, yet Haern is not any longer there. along with his father, Thren Felhorn, he's touring to the Stronghold, an historical bastion of the darkish paladins of Karak. Will they locate the solutions they search? Or will the Stronghold be their ultimate destination?
Killer or savior; the road can not stay blurred.
Fantasy writer David Dalglish maintains his story of retribution and darkness during this never-before-released novel within the Shadowdance sequence, following A Dance of Shadows.
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A Light One,' I agreed. My colleague from the London Night Watch was a fat, cheerful black guy. The only things he had in common with his duty partner were that he too was young, and also weak, only sixth or seventh level. ' he said happily. 'Anton Gorodetsky. ' I suddenly realised that they couldn't read my aura. They could have read it up to the fourth or fifth level. But after that everything was just a blurred glow to them. ' The Dark One straightened up a bit. Of course, they're all egotists and individualists.
A Light One,' declared the Dark Magician. He was a weak magician, sixth level at the very most. And physically very feeble: short, skinny and pale, with narrow shoulders and sparse blond hair. 'A Light One,' I agreed. My colleague from the London Night Watch was a fat, cheerful black guy. The only things he had in common with his duty partner were that he too was young, and also weak, only sixth or seventh level. ' he said happily. 'Anton Gorodetsky. ' I suddenly realised that they couldn't read my aura.
You know yourself that I'm barely even seventh level. That's pointless, whichever way I go, Light or Dark. ' I felt a sudden tightness in my chest. Coincidences like this definitely didn't happen! ' I repeated, making Egor burst into laughter again. He was probably regarded as the life and soul of any party - he laughed so easily and infectiously. 'No, I know you're going to London, but what for? To study? ' Egor snorted. 'Why not in Moscow? One stone jungle is the same as any other . . ' I asked, knowing what the answer would be.