By Raymond E. Feist
The penultimate quantity of the potent Riftwar Cycle struggle rages in Midkemia yet at the back of the chaos there's disquieting facts of darkish forces at paintings. Jim Dasher's frequently infallible intelligence community has been cleverly dismantled; nowhere is secure. He feels that the realm is coming aside on the seams and is helpless to guard his kingdom. Quiet palace coups are underway in Roldem and Rillanon; and King Gregory of the Isles has but to provide an inheritor. In every one country a unmarried petty noble has risen from obscurity to threaten the throne. Lord Hal of Crydee and his nice good friend Ty Hawkins, champion swordsman of the Masters' court docket, are entrusted with the duty of smuggling Princess Stephane and her lady-in-waiting, the stunning yet mysterious woman Gabriella, out of Roldem to a spot of better security. yet is there any shelter to be discovered? in the meantime, Hal's more youthful brothers Martin and Brendan try to carry the strategic urban of Ylith opposed to an onslaught of Keshian puppy squaddies, and a mysterious strength from underneath the ocean. the dominion may perhaps lose Crydee and recuperate; but when Ylith falls, all is misplaced. An unknown participant seems to be to orchestrating those conflicts. Can Pug and the Conclave of Shadows music down this resource prior to Midkemia is destroyed?
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Makri declines, and I'm obliged to drop the subject as Tanrose is waiting for me when we enter the Axe. I'd like to thaw out in front of the great fire downstairs but she doesn't have a lot of time before getting back to her cooking, so I content myself with taking a bottle of beer upstairs to my office, and lighting the fire. The room is cold and I leave my cloak draped around my shoulders as I take a seat at the large, dark wood desk I use to transact my business. Tanrose sits down opposite me.
I hurry downstairs to take a look at my gift. I can't remember when anyone last sent me a present. Maybe my wife, on my wedding day. That was more years ago than I care to remember. My wife, wherever she is now, probably wouldn't want to remember it either. The tavern is full of drinkers. There's a very large crate behind the bar. Gurd is curious as to the contents, as are Viriggax and his squadron of northern mercenaries. I ignore them all and drag the box upstairs. If Lisutaris has sent me anything good, I'm not going to share it with a bunch of drunken mercenaries.
They don't know what happened. They were so short-handed that each of the five sailors was at his post, bringing the ship in. " "He probably fell overboard drunk," I say. " "It might all be nothing," agrees Lisutaris. "But suppose it isn't. Suppose the Ocean Storm is real and someone has stolen it. " "Then I'd think it was serious. It might have fallen into the hands of someone who'd be happy to see the Orcs batter down the harbour walls with a tidal wave and sail their fleet in. " "No surprise.
A Crown Imperiled (The Chaoswar Saga, Book 2) by Raymond E. Feist