Elfshadow (Forgotten Realms)
Elaine Cunningham
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 1560761172
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Harpers--members of the secret organization dedicated to preserving Good--are being murdered. The trail leads to the half-elven adventurer Arilyn Moonblade, once an assassin, though now a Harper agent, and armed with a magical sword that cannot shed innocent blood. Is Arilyn guilty, or is she the next target?
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Suppose that covers that topic,” he said with a touch of humor. “I suppose we could talk about something else.” “Must we?” Her tone quelled him for perhaps two minutes. They ate in a silence interrupted only by the sound of rain pounding at the wooden structure. Just as Arilyn was beginning to relax, the nobleman started in again. “So,” he said briskly. “What are we running from? From the timing of our exit, my guess would be that pot-bellied giant and his crew. Never overlook the obvious, I.
Fireball; he hadn’t heard the screams of his comrades, or smelled their burning flesh as they died in flames that refused to consume him. As she formulated a half-truth, Arilyn struggled to push away the memory of the Hammerfell Seven’s death. With great effort, she kept her voice calm, her words objective. “As you guessed earlier, we were being followed. I believe we’ve eluded pursuit, but I don’t wish to risk making a fire while we’re still so close to Evereska.” Danilo studied her, then as.
Into the saddle. “Let’s go.” “Shouldn’t we tend to our wounds first?” Danilo asked, eyeing Arilyn’s torn and bloodied shirt with concern. She looked down at him with disbelief and disdain, assuming he referred to his finger. “You’ll live,” she said flatly. “Just be thankful you didn’t try to draw the sword.” “Oh? What would have happened? And how do you keep it from doing that to you?” he asked as he rose to his feet. Arilyn swore silently. No one had ever touched the moonblade without her.
They appeared to have been made of the rough linsey-woolsey that was often used for the work clothes of growing lads. A wrinkled cap held Arilyn’s hair in place over her ears and shadowed her elven eyes; work gloves concealed her slender hands. The rest was a matter of stance, movement, and voice. “What a handsome lad you make,” Loene teased. “You almost make me wish I were ten years younger.” “Only ten?” Graves asked with a rare flash of humor. Arilyn’s smile of response was quick and.
His mace in anticipation. “Where is the gray wench?” he snarled. “Let us hope your skills match your enthusiasm,” Kymil said dryly. “Your chance will come before the sun rises again. Behold.” Kymil waved his fingers over the scrying crystal and an image of a garden courtyard appeared. A few people wandered about, enjoying the bright autumn morning. “This is Jester’s Square. Do you know it? Good. The half-elf and her companion, Danilo Thann, will arrive here before daybreak. There are but two.