Night Angel: The Complete Trilogy (The Night Angel Trilogy)
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The omnibus edition of New York Times bestselling author Brent Weeks' blockbuster NIGHT ANGEL TRILOGY. With over one million copies in print, Brent Weeks has become one of the fastest selling new fantasy authors of all time.
For Durzo Blint, assassination is an art - and he is the city's most accomplished artist.
For Azoth, survival is just the beginning. He was raised on the streets and knows an opportunity when he sees one - even when the risks are as high as working for someone like Durzo Blint.
Azoth must learn to navigate the assassins' world of dangerous politics and strange magics - and become the perfect killer.
THE NIGHT ANGEL TRILOGY, one of the most popular epic fantasy series in recent years, is compiled into one volume for the first time. Included in this omnibus edition are: The Way of Shadows, Shadow's Edge, and Beyond the Shadows.
The Way of Shadows
Beyond the Shadows
Night Angel: The Complete Trilogy (omnibus)
The Way of Shadows: The Graphic Novel
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The Black Prism
The Blinding Knife
The Broken Eye
The Blood Mirror
such, wasn’t just a tragedy. It was a horror and an embarrassment. The lord general wondered whether the horror or the embarrassment would be foremost on the king’s mind. What would the queen do? He approached the throne and climbed the stairs. The usual men were there, talking with the king. Agon trusted none of them. “Out,” he roared. “All of you, out!” “Excuse me,” Fergund Sa’fasti said. “But as the king’s chief—” “OUT!” Agon bellowed in his face. The mage shrank and joined the men
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They simply could sleep in and still slaughter Cenarians without missing breakfast. The sleet had stopped, so Kylar was able to make good time to Lantano Garuwashi’s tent. The war leader was asleep on a simple mat on one side of the room. Kylar stopped at a table full of maps. He’d never seen such detailed maps. There were maps of the city with three different colors of blocks put on different objectives. Kylar wasn’t even sure what the colors signified. There were maps of the city’s
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that. Maybe Kylar had never laughed like that in his whole life. It was playful and free and accepted and accepting, a joy wild and strong and content. This was the Kylar Elene had always seen, and with a pang, Vi knew Elene deserved him. There was a tenderness so deep emanating through the bond that it ached, and Vi realized that of all things, Kylar was talking to Elene. “Put him in a bed chamber with a naked woman and he talks?” Vi said aloud, still working her Talent. “No wonder he’s still