Cloak and Spider (Shadowdance)
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"Every king must have his heirs, and I will have heirs worthy of my legend..." Thren Felhorn is a legend of the underworld, the leader of the powerful Spider Guild, father to the Watcher of Veldaren, and the most feared man in a city flooded with crime and death. Cloak and Spider contains six interconnected stories that work as a novella, chronicling Thren's tutelage under the fearsome Darkhand, his bloody rise to fame, the creation of his infamous guild, and the birth of his son, Aaron, who would grow up to be a legend all his own.
time in your presence.” Marion laughed. “He is not my lover. I am willing to do much for wealth, but not that. Not him.” Thren leaned toward her, and his smile widened at that. “You impress me more and more,” he said. “You give me too much credit. I’m still a whore. I’m just more selective about it is all. Besides, so far I’ve been given weeks of fine food, drink, and clothes to wear, and I haven’t had to spread my legs once. All I’ve had to do is promise to spread my legs come a day that is
should he return to her. All he had to do was momentarily escape the guilds, the dealings, the bloodshed and drugs. “I miss you already as well,” she told him. Thren chuckled, shook his head, and then stepped out into the street. Waiting for him was Grayson, arms crossed over his muscular chest. “I’m telling you,” he said in his baritone voice. “It’s not safe here.” “And why is that?” Thren asked as the two walked down the empty street. Worn homes were on either side of them, many with
“Well worth the coin,” he said. The guildmaster bowed, turned, and then vanished into the dark streets of Veldaren. Robert tossed his cane aside and walked without a limp to the far side of the room. After pouring himself a drink, he sat down in his chair with a grunt of pleasure. He expected more time to pass, but it seemed people had gotten more impatient as Robert grew older. Barely halfway into his glass, he heard two thumps against the outside of his door. They were his only warning before
for him. “We just pop right out of our mud fields,” Robert continued. “Ever hear that slurp when your boot gets stuck and you have to force it out? That’s us, making another Haern.” “Amusing,” Gerand said as he handed Robert the glass. “So did you come from a nobleman’s cloak, or perhaps a wise man’s discarded sock?” “Neither,” Robert said. “Someone pissed in a gopher hole, and out I came, wet and angry. Now tell me why you’re here, or I’ll go to King Vaelor myself and let him know how
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