By Glen Cook, Stephen Hoye, Audible Studios
At empire's finish conflict isn't really all hell. Mocker reveals previous acquaintances within the halls of demise, and Nepanthe, new enthusiasts within the fields of blood and bone. The war-child wields the sword of fact: the celebrity Rider's dread key is eventually printed. And so it ends. even though "end" is yet a wizard-word for brand new beginnings.
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Extra resources for All Darkness Met (Dread Empire)
Enough. Self, am beloved get of Chaos. Am having business of own. Otherwheres. " He was irked. And Ragnarson was tempted to apologize, except he wasn't sure what to apologize for. "Let him go, Luther. " One by one, he palmed the double nobles. Part of his failure came from inside, he reflected. He had changed. But as much blame lay with Mocker. Never had he been so touchy. " Ragnarson gestured for silence. Mocker didn't make it past Luther. " He grinned. "Hai! " He then railed against the Fates for several minutes, damning them for driving him into a corner from which he had no exit but suicide.
Somebody would throw them out if they didn't belong. And, in the opinion locked behind his teeth, they pleased himmore than some of the carriage riders he had admitted earlier. Some of those were men whose throats he would have cut gladly. Those two from Hammad al Nakir.... They were ambassadors of a nation which cheerfully would have devoured his little homeland. They had more trouble at the citadel door, but the Marshall had foreseen it. His aide appeared, vouchsafed their entry. It grated a little, but Nepanthe held her tongue.
Their exchange passed unnoticed. All eyes had turned to the shadows behind the dais. Mocker whirled in time for the advent of the Queen, Fiana Melicar Sardyga ip Krief. He hadn't seen her for years, despite her inexplicable habit of wandering the streets to poll Vorgreberg's commons. Time hadn't treated her kindly. Though still in her twenties, she looked old enough to be the blonde's mother. It wasn't that beauty had deserted her. She retained that, though it was a more mature, promising beauty than Mocker remembered.