Court of Shadows (Shadow Fae Book 1)

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Estevar glanced around the cottage for a chair that might have some hope of taking his admittedly considerable weight. The criminally uncomfortable oak and iron Magistrate’s chair in which he’d spent the better part of the day wedged like a hog caught in the fork of a tree root wore on his temper. One of the reasons I’d chosen to flee to the Seven Sands had been to smash the blade into seven pieces and bury each one so far from the others that not even the finest tracker in the whole world could unite them. I’m not sure what conclusion he came to, but I guess he’d been running a long time because his legs gave out on him and he dropped to his hands and knees. You claim the monks of Isola Sombra commit unspeakable crimes, dabbling in forbidden occult rituals and desecrating the oldest holy site in the country.

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The cuts on the soles of his feet were staining the sand a madman’s scarlet, but the look in his eyes said that was the least of his problems. The folk who live there work out their differences with words over rabbit stew instead of steel inside a duelling circle. Trouble enough to teach the hard-travelling ways of the Argosi to a kid raised pampered and privileged among a people who knew everything about magic and nothing at all about life.The lore of Wraithmarsh, the Shadow Court, and Chesty is explored in the Snowglobe portion of the See the Future DLC.

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He was about to give the mule’s flanks an encouraging nudge when a voice shouted out from the mists, ‘Hold where you are! The moment those damned red lilies had woken her, Ferius had noticed the absence of the comforting weight of her cards pressing inside her waistcoat. The sun was beating down mercilessly that day, reminding all living things who was in charge and that deserts were cursed places at the best of times. An excellent time for a murder, for the taverns had already cleared out, the city constables had started sneaking sips of throat-burning liquor from silver flasks secreted on their person to keep out the cold and wet, and with dawn coming so soon, even the wariest of victims might fool himself into believing that he was safe for the night. In short, Estevar Borros was a silly fool, driven by his innate stubbornness as much as his affinity for the law.

The thin silver thread binding the Auroral mage to Corrigan snapped away from him, whipping through the air with blinding speed before attaching itself to the old man next to her. Sir Daven slid a gauntleted hand into his cloak and withdrew a cylinder of black leather roughly eight inches long and barely an inch in diameter.

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The cadence was a little off, but melodious eloquence is surely too much to ask of a fellow in my feverish state. Though why any monarch would choose to be buried in this backwater that lacks for anything worth visiting – even water – remains a mystery to me. The wardens had tried to be gentle with her, but the Duchy of Luth's infamous Court of Blades was no place for kindness.What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, both spinning and flaming to the depths of the past? Set immediately after ACOSF, A Court of Scars and Shadows follows Gwyneth Berdara, Carynthian and new member of the Night Court's inner circle, as she navigates her newfound reality of being a Priestess and a Valkyrie, while dealing with being mated to a male dealing with his own trauma, who doesn't yet know about the bond. I have witnessed hundreds of occult rituals all across this country – some genuine, most elaborate trickery, but none the preposterous pantomime you’re ascribing to the brethren of Isola Sombra. The conflicting smells of baked bread and unwashed clothes, of rosemary hanging from the kitchen wall and un-emptied chamberpots in the bedroom upstairs burrowed inside his nostrils like earthworms, choking off his breathing. Was this some attempt by the Margrave of Someil to secure a ruling against the Abbey of Isola Sombra, whose legendary obstinance in refusing to pay taxes – either to the king or to the local nobility – rested upon the dubious claim that their tiny island was by tradition a sovereign nation unto itself?