Beyond the Shadows: The Night Angel Trilogy, 3

Beyond the Shadows: The Night Angel Trilogy, 3

Brent Weeks

Language: English

Pages: 689

ISBN: 0316033669

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

From New York Times bestselling author Brent Weeks...

Logan Gyre is king of Cenaria, a country under siege, with a threadbare army and little hope. He has one chance - a desperate gamble, but one that could destroy his kingdom.

In the north, the new Godking has a plan. If it comes to fruition, no one will have the power to stop him.

Kylar Stern has no choice. To save his friends-and perhaps his enemies-he must accomplish the impossible: assassinate a goddess.

Beyond the Shadows
is the action-packed conclusion to the Night Angel Trilogy.

Night Angel
The Way of Shadows
Shadow's Edge
Beyond the Shadows

Night Angel: The Complete Trilogy (omnibus)

Perfect Shadow: A Night Angel Novella (e-only)
The Way of Shadows: The Graphic Novel

For more from Brent Weeks, check out:

The Black Prism
The Blinding Knife
The Broken Eye
The Blood Mirror

On the Trail of Space Pirates

Serpent (NUMA Files, Book 1)

Trillion The Three-Headed Lion (Beast Quest, Book 12)

The Moment of the Magician (Spellsinger, Book 4)

Narga the Sea Monster (Beast Quest, Book 15)

Tears of the Jaguar















Whitewashed walls with red tile roofs. After the ugly hodgepodge of Cenarian architecture, it was a relief. But the most beautiful sight of all, magnificent Whitecliff Castle reigning over the highest hill, filled Solon not only with awe but something akin to terror. Kaede, my love, do you hate me still? After Khali and her Soulsworn had massacred everyone at Screaming Winds, Solon had had nothing to do. His friend Feir had left days before they knew of the danger. When the garrison commander.

Ceuran camp as if he were an assassin. At least he still remembered how to sneak. And at least the clouds blocked the moon. Still, it was cold. As usual, Kylar was only wearing underclothes beneath the ka’kari, and it wasn’t enough. He tugged at his earring, pushing down the distant awareness of Vi. Shivering, Kylar climbed a rocky knoll to get a better view. The Ceurans had four men camped on the windy hill, huddled around a banked fire, with oil-soaked torches nearby so they could give signals.

Lose—against Cenaria? You don’t know what it is to lead men.” “I know what it is to kill them. I know what it is to ask others to pay for my mistakes.” “Do you know what it is to refuse to be satisfied with the meager portion life hands you? I think you do. Can you imagine me squatting in a field next to my one servant with my trousers rolled up, picking rice? These hands were not made for a hoe. You took this name Kylar Stern. Why? Because you were born with an iron sword, too. “My men need.

More money. He was furious, so he ordered his retainers to pay me. I realized that he was going to make me roll until I rolled my death. So I challenged him to one last roll: I said let three sides be death, and the other three be marriage. My audacity intrigued him. He said that if I was going to beggar him, I might as well be his wife.” Her eyes were cold with hatred. “Sijuron was quite the wit. He only gave me two of the six sides. “I won. He kept his word and threw a huge wedding party at my.

Malnourishment that some of the littles had. He held a Khalidoran sword and his eyes darted around to the other kids for support. “Give us your coin and that bag and you can go,” he said. He licked his lips. Kylar looked around the circle. Seventeen of them, all scared witless, most of them littles. Blue was squinting at him suspiciously. He grinned at her. “I forgot to give you this,” he said, fishing in a pocket for a gold coin. It was far more than he’d promised, but these kids could use it.

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