A Dance of Cloaks (Shadowdance 1)

By David Dalglish

From USA Today bestselling writer David Dalglish

The Underworld ideas town of Veldaren. Thieves, smugglers, assassins... they worry just one guy.

In e-book no 1 of the Shadowdance sequence, Thren Felhorn is the best murderer of his time. all of the thieves' guilds of town are lower than his unflinching regulate. If he has his means, demise will quickly spill out from the shadows and into the streets.
Aaron is Thren's son, knowledgeable to be inheritor to his father's legal empire. he is chilly, ruthless - every little thing an murderer will be. but if Aaron dangers his lifestyles to guard a priest's daughter from his personal guild, he glimpses an international past piston, daggers, and the iron rule of his father.

Assassin or protector; each selection has its consequences.

Fantasy writer David Dalglish spins a story of retribution and darkness, and an underworld achieving for final energy.

  • A Dance of Cloaks
  • A Dance of Blades
  • A Dance of Mirrors
  • A Dance of Shadows
  • A Dance of Ghosts
  • A Dance of Chaos
  • Skyborn
  • Fireborn
  • Shadowborn

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Thren put considered one of his shortswords at the desk together with his unhurt hand. even if previous for a guildmaster, he was once nonetheless packed with energy and power, a truth confirmed through Aaron’s delivery so overdue in his marriage to Marion. He dared his son to fulfill his eyes and problem him. For as soon as, he was once unsuitable approximately his elder son. “I may possibly go away the mansion be,” Randith acknowledged. “But i can't cower and conceal. you're correct, father. those are the outlet hours. Our activities right here will make a decision the process months of combating. allow the retailers and nobles conceal. We rule the evening. ” He pulled his grey cloak over his head and grew to become to the hidden door. Thren watched him pass, his arms shaking, yet no longer from the toxin. “Be careful,” Thren acknowledged. “I’ll get Senke,” acknowledged Randith. “He’ll watch over you until eventually Aaron returns with the mage. ” Then he was once long past. Thren struck the desk and swore. He considered all of the hours invested in Randith, the entire education, educating, and lecturing in an try to domesticate a invaluable inheritor. Wasted, he idea. Wasted. He heard the press of the latch, after which the door creaked open. Thren anticipated the mage, or maybe his son returning to soft over his abrupt go out, yet as a substitute a quick guy with a black fabric wrapped round his face stepped inside of. “Don’t run,” the intruder stated. Thren snapped up his shortsword and blocked the 1st blows from the man’s dagger. He attempted to counter, yet his imaginative and prescient was once blurred and his pace a pathetic remnant of his finely honed reflexes. A savage chop knocked the sword from his hand. Thren fell again, utilizing his chair to strength a stumble out of his pursuer. the simplest he might do used to be limp, although, and while a heel kicked his knee, he fell. He spun, refusing to die with a dagger in his again. “Connington sends his greetings,” the guy stated, his dagger aimed for a last, deadly blow. He unexpectedly jerked ahead. His eyes widened. The dagger fell from his limp hand because the would-be murderer collapsed. at the back of him stood Aaron, conserving a bloody shortsword. Thren’s eyes widened as his more youthful son knelt, offering the sword. The flat aspect rested on his arms, blood working down his wrists. “Your sword,” Aaron acknowledged. “How…why did you come back? ” he requested. “The guy was once hiding,” the boy acknowledged, his voice nonetheless quiet. He didn’t sound in the slightest degree disappointed. “Waiting for us to head. So I waited for him. ” Thren felt the corner’s of his mouth twitch. He took the sword from a boy who spent his days examining beneath his mattress and skulking inside of closets. A boy who by no means threw a punch while pressured right into a struggle. A boy who had killed a guy on the age of 8. “I comprehend you’re bright,” Thren stated. “But are you able to learn a man’s that means from his phrases? no longer from what he says, yet what he doesn’t say. are you able to, my son? ” “I can,” Aaron stated. “Good,” acknowledged Thren. “Wait with me. Randith will go back quickly. ” Ten mins later the door crept open. “Father? ” Randith requested as he stepped inside of. Senke was once with him. He appeared a little bit older than Randith, with a trimmed blonde beard and a thick mace held in hand. They either startled on the bloody physique mendacity at the ground, a gaping wound in its again.

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