Mother of Lies
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But there are a few great hopes for the future of the city: the Mutineer, Marno Cavotti, who will not stand to see his hometown destroyed and is massing a powerful liberation movement mere inches beyond Stralg's grasp. And the four heirs of Celebre--each with god-given expertise in their respective fields of artistry, combat, wisdom, or death--are wending their way back over the Edge to their birthplace. Of course, even as Marno and the Celebre children are working towards the common goal of defeating the Hrags, they're all painfully aware that once that hurdle is crossed only one of them can wind up on the throne.
Continuing the storyline set out in Children of Chaos, Mother of Lies is a fierce, kinetic romp that will keep readers guessing until the last blow is dealt.
around. If these were proper Florengian table manners, not just crude Werist habits, she would have to learn a whole new code of behavior. She chose something like a roll of pastry; when she bit into it hot gravy spurted down her chin. Waels sniggered like an idiot. It was meaty and tasty, though. She passed on a bowl of mysterious paste and took a small fish on a twig from the next. At least the flagon of wine that was placed in front of her seemed to be for her own use, not for sharing. “We do
she was eager. She had no clothes on. But … But Saltaja was going to get caught sooner or later, probably sooner. He could not help doing what she told him when she was there, fixing him with the evil eye. She had made a flankleader murder his own men, so a boy like Chies could not be expected to refuse her orders when she was there. But if he refused this girl, that would show he wasn’t really cooperating with the Chosen the rest of the time, wouldn’t it? If it came to a trial, that would save
but obviously had no worries of being overheard. “And you are a close relative, so you must be Orlando.” “Orlad!” Orlad said. “Give me room, Anto.” He took her chain in both hands and strained. “Where’s Benard? And your sister?” “Benard’s looking after Ingeld, of course,” Dantio said. “Fabia is around here … somewhere.” He was probably thinking quite close. Brother Orlad’s shoulders grew steadily larger until a bronze link snapped with a sharp crack. He chuckled and lifted Witness Tranquility
consistent foraging pattern been a trap? Had the notorious ambusher himself been ambushed? Perhaps he had been betrayed, or Vespaniaso had. Giunietta? Or perhaps this was just the chance of war and the Mutineer’s good fortune had run out at last. In ten years he had never been seriously wounded. The luck stops here. That had not been Vespaniaso’s main force at all, just some of his scouts running into the ice devil foragers and dying for it, a minor skirmish. The main forces were elsewhere.
easily disembark because the bank was everywhere walled with people except for a gap in front of the Temple of Ucr in the center of the trading district. In this gap, a decorated arch of welcome stood forlorn and pathetic with its feathers and gaudy bunting fluttering in the breeze. The steps below it had been kept empty for the dynast’s return—some effort had even been made to wash them. Two boys stood ready to catch the lines and bend them to the bollards. Ardial and Benard helped her