Drawn Blades (A Fallen Blade Novel)
Kelly McCullough
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0425270009
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Once one of the world’s greatest assassins, Aral Kingslayer has finally reclaimed his swords and his soul. But the forces that destroyed his patron Namara twelve years ago are still there, waiting, and his past as a Blade is never more than a shadow’s breadth away.
In the days before the fall of his goddess, only one other rivaled Aral’s skills, Siri the Mythkiller—a woman who ruthlessly earned the title First Blade. As a friend, Aral owes her his loyalty. As a former lover, he owes her part of his heart. As a Blade, he owes her anything she asks, including his life.
When Siri seeks Aral’s aid, he knows he must go. But as they journey towards the ancient Sylvani Empire, only time will reveal whether Aral can save the former First Blade, or if he will simply fall with her…
until we left the common room—though they had cheated the light a bit to put them all in contact. Now he spoke into my mind. If that feeling comes from where I think it does, better her than us. I nodded. We owe her. Now, more than ever. Agreed. I looked sadly at the stump of her left arm . . . and then had to suppress a sudden shiver. What is it? asked Triss. I . . . It’s gone now, but for just a second I thought she’d grown a new hand. One of smoke . . . I stood. “I think I need to get
wings and lifted off the floor, putting herself between Faran and my ring. “It bit you?” Harad asked brightly. “Let me see.” Now it was Faran’s turn to give the librarian a hard look as he pulled her hand toward him. “The thing bites me, and you act like someone gave you a damned Winter-Round present?” “Hush, child. I’m working. Hmm, no blood . . .” Harad reached through a hole in the air with his free hand and pulled an emerald quizzing glass from the pocket dimension where he kept most of
could look at you without having to enter the surface world.” “Another Uthudor,” said Thuroq. “Not a healer, a scholar of stone. As part of his discipline he prefers not to leave the embrace of sister earth.” I turned my head and saw the Durkoth standing alone on the far side of the low chamber. “This guy is here to look at Aral’s wounds, right?” Faran asked. “To see if he can make them better? By my lights that makes him a healer.” The Durkoth’s face took on a pinched expression. “No. He’s
bag would break the first half of the summoning that held Siri trapped in smoke form without extinguishing the symbol of the Smoldering Flame’s sacred presence. That part was very important to him. Which was too bad. I braced my hands and feet on opposite sides of the shaft and started to climb up instead of down. Within seconds I noticed the smoke ring on my finger beginning to swirl and twist angrily. What are you doing? the god roared into my mind. Freeing Siri. This is not how you told me
Burns Underground said Siri could only be freed after they begin to glow orange.” “That’s going to take a while.” Kelos lowered himself into a cross-legged seat on the ground. Across the water, Ash did the same. Kelos was right, but I resisted following his example simply because he was Kelos. Instead, I stood on his blind side, just far enough back so he had to twist his whole torso if he wanted to see me. I knew it was petty, but I couldn’t help myself. Of course, if it bothered him, he