By Sebastien de Castell
With swashbuckling motion that remember Dumas' Three Musketeers Sebastien de Castell has created a dynamic new delusion sequence. In Traitor's Blade a disgraced swordsman struggles to redeem himself via holding a tender lady stuck within the internet of a royal conspiracy.
The King is lifeless, the Greatcoats were disbanded, and Falcio Val Mond and his fellow magistrates Kest and Brasti were lowered to operating as bodyguards for a nobleman who refuses to pay them. issues should be worse, in fact. Their service provider may be mendacity lifeless at the flooring whereas they're pressured to monitor the killer plant proof framing them for the homicide. Oh wait, that is precisely what is happening.
Now a royal conspiracy is set to spread within the such a lot corrupt urban on the planet. a gently orchestrated sequence of murders that started with the overthrow of an idealistic younger king will finish with the demise of an orphaned woman and the break of every little thing that Falcio, Kest, and Brasti have fought for. but when the trio are looking to foil the conspiracy, store the lady, and reunite the Greatcoats, they're going to need to do it with not anything however the tattered coats on their backs and the swords of their palms, simply because nowadays each noble is a tyrant, each knight is a thug, and the single factor you could fairly belief is a traitor's blade.
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A lifeless guy can't feed his relatives. the place will they be if you run away, tatter-cloak? the place are your fellow Magisters to return and implement your interpretation of the legislations when you go away? Come on now, “Greatcoat”, you've heard the facts! Now let us know your verdict! ’ the group used to be taking a look at me and all of sudden the terror was once again. ‘My verdict is this,’ I stated firmly. ‘Ganath Kalila is illegitimate. It violates the legislation of this land – and extra, it violates the legislation of this urban. My verdict is that henceforth there will be no Blood Week in Rijou. ‘But the Duke is right,’ I stated. ‘I will depart the following – alive or lifeless, i'm going to depart the following this present day. So i will not be right here to maintain the choice. there is not any military of Greatcoats coming to guard the decision. there's purely you. there's purely the Rock. ’ one after the other I pulled the apparent black buttons from my coat and popped off the delicate leathery caps to bare the forged gold disks underneath, each one stamped with the logo of the King’s Magisters. inside of a number of moments i used to be preserving sufficient funds in my hand to feed each one of twelve households for a 12 months. ‘I want a jury,’ I acknowledged, ‘twelve males or ladies who will see to it that the decision holds. Twelve those that needs to face what comes after I go away, who will see to it that no guy forgets what was once acknowledged the following. Twelve who may possibly die within the try. ’ Then I threw the golden cash onto the floor in entrance of me and waited as they clattered and rolled. not anyone reached for them. Silence stuffed the Rock of Rijou as nobles, infantrymen and commoners waited to determine what could take place subsequent. Aline squeezed my hand for reassurance, yet I couldn’t carry myself to examine her face. I had failed her. I had introduced loss of life to this little woman and to myself, simply because i used to be enthusiastic about the idea that my King had a few inventive plan – that he’d had all of it alongside – and that the search he’d given me all these years in the past had a few which means. ‘Find the Charoites,’ he’d stated, as though jewels may possibly swap the area from now on than phrases may well. And now Aline may die, for no greater cause than that she’d desired to pay attention her family’s identify known as out, to maintain her rights of inheritance – as though these had any price during this hellhole. finally, town Sage hadn’t even given her that. He’d spoken her identify, yet now not that of her kinfolk. The Duke smiled at me from his distance. He might smile till the final coin stopped spinning, till he might see the resigned melancholy on my face, and until eventually somebody within the crowd, realising they'd driven their ruler so far as they dared, made up our minds they might do larger to curry his favour by way of killing us. the town Sage sat subsequent to the Duke, searching for all of the global as though he’d fallen asleep. The previous idiot couldn’t even you should definitely provide Aline’s relatives identify. That realisation introduced again the reminiscence of the wreckage of Aline’s domestic, now the unconsecrated tomb of the Tiarren kinfolk; useless and long past now, their names by no means to be spoken in Rijou back. virtually each pair of eyes within the crowd used to be locked onto the spinning cash at the floor, yet a number of stared at me.