The Veiled Dragon: Forgotten Realms The Harpers Series, Book No.12
Troy Denning
Language: English
Pages: 311
ISBN: 0786904828
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
To save the life of Eversult's Ruling Lady, Ruha, a Bedine witch and Harper agent, infiltrates the palace of a Shou prince and uncovers a murderous conspiracy linked to the royal household of the east and the Cult of the Dragon in the west. Original. 75,000 first printing.
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Either of your questions.” Ruha looked away from Vaerana’s disappointed face, restraining the urge to add that the Lady Constable’s ‘rescue’ had ruined her chances of discovering more. “The cult could need anything: an instrument from Lady Feng’s apartment, ingredients from the palace’s warehouse, perhaps something from Yanseldara’s home.” “No, nothing from Moonstorm House,” Vaerana objected. “They wouldn’t have one chance in ten thousand of getting anything from there.” “How do you suppose.
Honor of his ancestors, yet now that his wife had shown him the way, he wanted nothing more than to avoid admitting his ignoble failure. “Who is Lady Feng’s friend?” Hsieh demanded. Tang realized that his wife could have intended to give only one answer. “Lady Feng visits Moonstorm House in Elversult.” The prince felt as though he would retch; his stomach was turning somersaults and his jaws were aching. “Queen of city is very ill, and her priests ask for help of Third Virtuous Concubine.”.
His guards off, she began, “Not long ago, a staff of some sentimental value was stolen from the Lady Yanseldara …” The witch told Hsieh of how someone was using the staff to steal Yanseldara’s spirit, and of Vaerana’s belief that Lady Feng was responsible, and of her own effort to recover the staff from the Ginger Palace, and, finally, of her subsequent discovery of the Third Virtuous Concubine’s abduction. The mandarin listened patiently and closely. He did not interrupt, even when she told him.
The lashings that held it together. The logs rolled apart, plunging all who had been standing upon them into the swamp. Tang’s punt continued to glide forward, and somehow—perhaps because he was too frightened to move—the prince found himself standing fast in the bow, with a clear flank shot and Cypress looking the other way. The prince clamped his arms around his halberd and gathered his rubbery legs beneath him, determined that the dragon would not shrug off this strike as easily as the wyvern.
Than the dragon’s dull scales growing larger and darker as they neared the tunnel mouth. He reached the triple fork where he had stopped before and glanced up each branch. Two of the passages vanished into inky blackness, but one, the smallest, curved back toward the lake. There was a pale yellow glow at the far end, suggesting it actually connected with the vast treasure chamber. “Cypress, stop!” Lady Feng’s voice was so muffled Tang could barely hear it. “If you love Yanseldara, you spare.