Bloodhound: The Legend of Beka Cooper #2
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Beka Cooper, the heroine of Terrier, is no longer a Puppy.
She's a Dog now—a full-fledged member of the Provost's Guard, dedicated to keeping peace in Tortall. But there's unrest throughout land. Counterfeit coins are turning up in shops all over the capital city of Corus, and the nation's economy is on the brink of collapse.
The Dogs discover that the counterfeit money seems to originate in Port Caynn. So Beka heads upriver to investigate, traveling with her mentor, Goodwin; Achoo, a hound whose nose is as sharp as her claws; and the pigeon Slapper, who carries the voices of the dead.
In Port Caynn, Beka delves deep into the gambling world, where she meets a charming banking clerk named Dale Rowan. Beka thinks she may be falling for Rowan, but she won't let anything—or anyone—jeopardize her mission. From the Silversmith's Guild to the Provost's House to the city sewers, it won't be enough for Beka to be her usual Terrier self. She'll have to learn from Achoo how to sniff out the criminals—to be a Bloodhound. . . .
take me wrongly. I hate pain. But guaranteed Sir Lionel had magic ways to talk to folk in Corus. I had to make certain there would be no killers going after Goodwin there. He’d have to hit me afresh before he’d believe anything I’d tell him about Goodwin, I knew. The purple Gift came at me again. I felt like my skin was on fire. If the other magic hadn’t been holding me up, I would have dropped to the floor. I shuddered, terrified that he’d do it again. When I could, after the pain stopped, I
grip on the Rats? Goddess’s mercy we’ll be safe back in Corus,” Birch said. “We’ll have our own headaches, come winter.” Ersken’s eyes, like mine, went from face to face. “Rats will fight it out,” Goodwin said, but she frowned. “They always do.” “Not if we nab all the best candidates,” I heard Nestor say. I turned. He had come up behind us. Sergeant Axman stood beside him. “Curse it. Why can’t a problem ever be simple?” “Festering, pox-rotted—I always hated this town,” Goodwin muttered. She
the blond cove, snarling. She ripped at his tunic and jumped away before he struck her. As the cove turned, forgetting me to watch Achoo, I leaped forward and smashed my baton on his skull. He staggered, but he was still on his feet. I smashed him backhanded, across the temple, and he went down. I turned to face Jupp. He was calmly wiping his sword blade on the knife cove’s tunic. “I would have killed that one for you, too, had you given me a moment,” he said, not looking at me. “I was trying to
peddler. No cityman or mot would be out tonight, not with Dogs in pursuit of the Rogue herself, and Rats and Dogs fighting in the alleys and squares. I glanced back at Guards House. There was a force of Dogs armed for trouble at the gate. If only I could leave word with them, I thought, but I knew it would be no simple matter. I would waste time convincing them of the importance of a junior Dog’s message, and I did not have that time. Achoo whuffed quietly from the mouth of a narrow alley to my
why he’d bought Ashmari. And now he’d pay a fortune to bribe me so he could do that. Not get me to turn a blind eye while he escaped, but wait until he’d freed her. Why? Was it a vow to a god, or his ancestors, or something? Whatever it was, I didn’t care. I only wanted to know how Urtiz had gotten his coles. Look at this mess I’ve written. Maybe this is what Ahuda means about my reports. The truth is, I must think of a way to write this up for Ahuda so she, Tunstall, and Goodwin don’t suspect