The Sword-Edged Blonde: An Eddie LaCrosse Novel
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It should have been a case like any other: a missing princess, a king willing to pay in gold for her return. But before he realizes it, sword jockey Eddie LaCrosse is swept up in a web of mystery and deceit involving a brutally murdered royal heir, a queen accused of an unspeakable crime, and the tragic past he thought he'd left behind.
In order to uncover the answers he seeks, Eddie must delve into the dark underbelly of society while digging deep into his own private history, drawing past and present together. Vast conspiracies, women both beautiful and deadly, and a centuries-old revenge scheme are only a few of the pieces in a lethal puzzle.
The Sword-Edged Blonde is a tour-de-force foray into a realm of action, intrigue, and murder.
you. We can drink and reminisce first, or I can tell you why I needed to see you.” “Why don’t you tell me what you want while we drink?” “That works.” He gestured at an overstuffed high-backed chair. I sank into it while he sat on the corner of the desk and picked up the picture of his wife. “You didn’t come to the wedding.” “Had a previous engagement.” In truth, I avoided information about Arentia so successfully that he’d been married for eighteen months before I even knew about it. “Well,
He began to screech again, and flung himself at me with renewed fury. He was weaker, though, and I was ready. I sidestepped him and brought my sword blade down in a hard, sharp blow to the back of his neck. His body hit the ground with a solid thud, followed a moment later by his head a few feet away. I stood between the two bodies for a long time, waiting for my own heart to decide it wanted to stay in my chest. Finally I sheathed my sword and sat down on the far side of the fire. My hands
Tanko added with fatalistic calm. “I’ve always liked the dawn. I’d hate to miss it.” I blew on the ink to dry it, then put the parchment in my pocket. “He’s too tough for us, Bernie. He won’t crack.” Bernie nodded and dislodged himself from the wall. “Yeah. Damn near wore myself out trying to shake him loose.” Tanko nodded gratefully. As we left his office, Bernie paused and kicked over a large potted plant. The dirt and water spilled onto the carpet. When he saw Tanko’s aghast expression he
“You drugged her and got her loopy enough to let you into the nursery. You took her baby out hidden in the suit; you probably doped him up a little as well, just to keep him quiet. You took advantage of what was at hand in the castle to set up the murder scene, and used the meat and bones of one of your pet monkeys as the final touch. Then you disposed of the baby until Rhiannon decided she remembered you. But that never happened, and never will.” He shook his head, and it dislodged one tear
The thought that the queen might accept the invitation visibly terrified her. Rhiannon looked at me over Pridiri’s fuzzy head. “I’d really just like to go home now.” “Yeah,” I agreed. TWENTY-EIGHT The city gates were guarded and blocked by the time we returned, but of course they let us through when they saw Rhiannon and Pridiri. After conferring with Anders, the royal guard sent a messenger to the king and cleared a path all the way through town from the gate straight to the castle