Honour Among Thieves. David Chandler

affair. Two dozen men…

      Chapter Fifty

      Barbarian pickets controlled the road between Helstrow and Redweir, but…

      Chapter Fifty-One

      The Baron sighed and looked down at his maps and…

      Chapter Fifty-Two

      Money kept coming in, as it always had, and that…

      Chapter Fifty-Three

      It didn’t take long for the thief-takers to make their…

      Chapter Fifty-Four

      Slag followed Malden all the way across the Sawyer’s Bridge…

      Chapter Fifty-Five

      “Protection?” Malden repeated, when Herwig had told him what she…

      Chapter Fifty-Six

      Croy knelt low in the brambles by the side of…

      Chapter Fifty-Seven

      I didn’t want this job, Malden thought. I never asked…

      Chapter Fifty-Eight

      It wasn’t easy getting the word out so late in…

      Chapter Fifty-Nine

      An old fishwife with a face like a rotten parsnip…

      Chapter Sixty

      Coruth did not wait to hear if he would follow.

      Chapter Sixty-One

      In a muddy field just off the Helstrow road, Baron…

      Chapter Sixty-Two

      Mörgain’s barbarians were distracted by the archers and turned outwards…

      Chapter Sixty-Three

      Spittle flecked their red-painted lips. They came running with blood…

      Part 3

      A Change of Station

      Interlude

      “Halt, here,” Mörgain said, and the paltry remnants of her…

      Chapter Sixty-Four

      Malden grabbed onto a window ledge and hauled himself upward.

      Chapter Sixty-Five

      Malden leaned down and kissed Cythera gently. She wrapped her…

      Chapter Sixty-Six

      Loophole would never walk easy again. When the mob seized…

      Chapter Sixty-Seven

      He already knew what his Helstrovian second-in-command wanted, but still…

      Chapter Sixty-Eight

      Dead bodies littered the forecourt of Easthull manor. Not a…

      Chapter Sixty-Nine

      “The king is dead,” Coruth said, plucking at long blades…

      Chapter Seventy

      A thousand barbarians marched north, pulling wagons full of books…

      Chapter Seventy-One

      “The Godstone is cracked. The cracks need to be repaired.

      Chapter Seventy-Two

      “Be of good cheer, lad,” Slag said, as he led…

      Chapter Seventy-Three

      Croy kept his horse to a walk as they crept…

      Chapter Seventy-Four

      Malden reached up and grasped the snout of a gargoyle.

      Chapter Seventy-Five

      Malden lowered himself through the trap door by his hands.

      Chapter Seventy-Six

      Malden’s candle fell from his hand and flickered out instantly.

      Chapter Seventy-Seven

      Malden closed the door behind him and bent low to…

      Chapter Seventy-Eight

      “Malden, no one loves me,” Cutbill said. He poured two…

      Chapter Seventy-Nine

      “The barbarians will arrive within the week,” Cutbill told Malden.

      Chapter Eighty

      Mörget tramped up the frost-crackling hill, naked axe in hand,…

      Part 4

      The Siege of Ness

      Interlude

      In theory there were no officers in the Army of…

      Chapter Eighty-One

      North of Helstrow, Croy took to the road.

      Chapter Eighty-Two

      “Nock! Draw! Fire!” Herwig the madam shouted, beating time against…

      Chapter Eighty-Three

      “Halloo! Halloo! Ness! People of Ness! Is someone in charge…

      Chapter Eighty-Four

      “Get me out of this ridiculous stuff,” Malden growled, trying…

      Chapter Eighty-Five

      Malden hurried through the streets, headed for the bridge to…

      Chapter Eighty-Six

      “Fascinating. In the space of one night they built three…

      Chapter Eighty-Seven

      Bethane slumped down to sit on a rock and rub…

      Chapter Eighty-Eight

      The whispers became murmurs. The murmurs became disgusted looks in…

      Chapter Eighty-Nine

      The rocks kept coming, though not as frequently as when…

      Chapter Ninety

      The rider had come very close, now. He could descend…

      Chapter Ninety-One

      The Skilfinger knight wore a byrnie of chain mail that…

      Chapter Ninety-Two

      Mörg was no fool.

      Chapter Ninety-Three

      The workshop stank of brimstone and urine, enough to make…

      Chapter Ninety-four

      “They’re scaling Ditchwall now, and there’s no one to stop…

      Chapter Ninety-Five

      There seemed to be no end to the berserkers willing…

      Chapter Ninety-Six

      Malden followed the dwarf down a flight of stairs to…

      Chapter Ninety-Seven

      Croy could stand, and if he used Ghostcutter as a…

      Chapter Ninety-Eight

      A single trebuchet stone arced over the city that day.

      Chapter Ninety-Nine

      Malden wrapped a loaf of bread in a silken cloth—the…

      Chapter One Hundred

      The Lemon Garden could no longer hold all the supplicants…

      Chapter One Hundred and One

      The wailing of Mörgain’s female warriors set Mörget’s teeth on…

      Chapter One Hundred and Two

      “Come forth! Step up, and receive Sadu’s bounty! Food for…

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