Or perhaps it wasn't the nearby bay Elezaar could smell. The faint, fishy smell of the harbour lingered on the wind, rank and uninviting. He'd just witnessed a murder.Ī slight, humid breeze ruffled the curtain in the alcove where the dwarf was hiding, the tiled floors of the mansion echoing to the sound of booted feet. There were all those awkward loose ends to be taken care of-alibis to be established, traitors to be paid off, witnesses to be silenced.
There was more than just blood to be washed off the tiles. It was always messy, cleaning up after a murder. * BingeBooks earns revenue from qualifying purchases as an Amazon Associate as well as from other retail partners. She needs someone politically astute to guide her through the maze of court politics - and Elezaar the Dwarf knows more than he lets on.Īs Elezaar teaches Marla the Rules of Gaining and Wielding Power, Marla starts on the road to becoming a tactician and a wily diplomat - but will that be enough to keep her son alive?Īt the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied. Her brother is the High Prince of Hythria, and, in this fiercely patriarchal society, her fate will be decided on his whim. She must make sure her son Damin lives to be old enough to restore the Wolfblade name to its former glory.Įlezaar the Dwarf is a small man with big secrets - but that doesn't matter to Marla Wolfblade.
Marla Wolfblade of Hythria is determined to restore her family's great name, but conspirators surround her: the Sorcerers' Collective, the Patriots - even members of her own family.
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