Promise of the Witch-King (Forgotten Realms: The Sellswords, Book 2) (Bk. 2)
R.A. Salvatore
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0786940735
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The book was hidden well.
It’s pages promised the power of the Witch-King himself.
And now that it’s been found, even the fact that it kills anyone foolish enough to crack its cover won’t stop people from fighting over it.
Welcome to the Bloodstone Lands!
Human assassin Artemis Entreri and his dark elf companion Jarlaxle have come to the demon-haunted wastelands of the frozen north at the request of their dragon patron. It doesn’t take long for them to find themselves caught in the middle of a struggle between powerful forces that would like nothing more than to see them both dead . . . or worse.
But Entreri and Jarlaxle aren’t just any wandering sellswords, and the ancient evils and bitter blood-feuds of the wild Bloodstone Lands may have finally met their match.
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The chamber’s distant walls. But metal rang out, on and on, snapping against bones, tearing rotting dragon skin. One wing came down to buffet Ellery, but when it reached its low point, a dozen undead warriors leaped upon it and hacked away, and bit and clawed and tugged on bones with skeletal arms. The dracolich roared—and there seemed to be some pain in that cry—and thrashed wildly. The skeletons hung on. The dracolich rolled, and bones splintered and shattered. When it came around, the.
He adjusted his cloak to show that he had no sword, no weapon at all, sheathed at his belt. That didn’t stop the nearest soldier from glowering at him, though. The man bent low and did a quick search under the table. “So clever of you to use my heritage against me,” Jarlaxle said to the protesting man. “A pity you didn’t know I carry no weapon at all.” All eyes went to the accuser. “He sticked me, I tell ye!” “With?” Jarlaxle replied, holding his arms and cape wide. “You give me far too much.
She was far from certain he agreed. “The ranger is an excitable one,” he said, shifting the subject. “Even after twenty years of hunting the Vaasan wilderness, Mariabronne is easily agitated.” “This is a relic of Zhengyi he has discovered. Many would consider that reason to become agitated.” “You believe that?” “Wingham believes that, so says Mariabronne, and not for the purposes of making a deal, obviously, or the half-orc opportunist would have quietly sold the artifact.” That had the thin.
Against him, causing him to twist and inadvertently tug the reins and slow the team. With a growl, Entreri shoved back, not quite realizing that the woman had lost all consciousness. She tumbled back the other way and kept going, right over the side. Entreri grabbed at her but couldn’t hold her and hold the team in its run. He chose the wagon. The woman rolled off, falling under the front wheel with a grunt, then a second grunt as the back wheel bounced over her. Calihye cried out and grabbed.
Facilitated the construction, but there was more. Something remained hidden just below the surface. The magical runes even then appearing on the page might prove to be a clue. The ring of steel distracted him. He turned back to see an agitated Pratcus hopping from one foot to the other in the middle of the room. Ellery came out of one tunnel, and cut to the side from where the sound emanated. She looked at Pratcus as Athrogate emerged from a tunnel opposite. Up on the balcony, Olgerkhan and.