Knight's Shadow (The Greatcoats)

Knight's Shadow (The Greatcoats)

Sebastien de Castell

Language: English

Pages: 592

ISBN: 1681445131

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Following his beloved debut, Traitor's Blade, Sebastien de Castell returns with volume two of his fast-paced fantasy adventure series, inspired by the swashbuckling action and witty banter of The Three Musketeers. Knight's Shadow continues the series with a thrilling and dark tale of heroism and betrayal in a country crushed under the weight of its rulers' corruption.
A few days after the horrifying murder of a duke and his family, Falcio val Mond, swordsman and First Cantor of the Greatcoats, begins a deadly pursuit to capture the killer. But Falcio soon discovers his own life is in mortal danger from a poison administered as a final act of revenge by one of his deadliest enemies. As chaos and civil war begin to overtake the country, Falcio has precious little time left to stop those determined to destroy his homeland.

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done.” She let out a hoarse laugh. I was really beginning to tire of her sense of humor. “So much outrage—odd, really, since not one of them would be here without you.” I looked around at them. They were all young, younger than most of us were when we joined the Greatcoats—and yet I had seen them in action and I knew they were already deadly fighters. The Tailor couldn’t have possibly have found enough ordinary men and women and trained them to be so skilled, not in so few years, and that meant

ahead for them but solitude, so their hearts simply stopped beating. Like a drunken fool or a madman I started imploring my own heart. Stop! I told it. Stop beating. Your wife is dead. You should have stopped then but you didn’t, belligerent child. Your King is dead. Your country is dead. The world has shrunk to this tiny prison. “Ah,” a voice said. It was Heryn’s. “I see you’re coming around. Kind of you not to take as long this morning. Perhaps we’ve made a terrible mistake and you’re enjoying

Falcio.” He walked through the open door and back across the grass toward the castle, leaving me there with the food and the wine and my notes on the property case. After a few minutes I reached down and picked up the crumpled note. I straightened it out and read it. On a single line, in a feminine hand, were the words: I am lost. On the morning of the ninth day I no longer cared about pain, nor for my life, nor even my soul. The Dashini had lost that much at least. Dariana, Heryn, and two

waiting for you. At least this way you and your friends get to live.” “This is getting boring,” Dariana said idly. “You promised me mayhem and fighting.” I kept my eyes on the Knights. “Odds?” I whispered to Kest. When he didn’t reply I looked at him. A red haze surrounded him—for a moment I hoped it was just a trick of the light caused by the brazier hanging by the door, but no, it really was coming from his skin. He turned to me and grinned. His expression was one of the most terrifying

too heavy for her. Dariana was as vicious a fighter as any of our enemies, and probably just as trustworthy. Kest, the Saint of Swords, could lose himself at any moment. Brasti, the laughing rogue; his mind was even now shattering into a thousand pieces as he cried over the burned remains of the villagers. And me: a dying fool fighting his last few bouts with an enemy I couldn’t see, never mind defeat. We were five broken people trying to hold together a broken country. But we were all that was

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