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.You’re the wetboy.” The man cursed.He was sweating, his broad face pasty.His bushy black beard quivered as he trembled.“Tell me,” Kylar said.“The Shinga said he pissed off some Cenarian wetboy.We were supposed to kill you if you came here.”“Where is he?”“If I tell you, will you let me live?”Kylar looked into the man’s eyes, and curiously didn’t feel or imagine—or whatever it had been the other times—the darkness that demanded death.“Yes,” he said, though the killing rage was still on him.The man told him of a hideout, another trap, an underground room with only one entrance, and another ten guards.With teeth gritted against the white-cold fury, Kylar said, “Tell them the Night Angel walks.Tell them Justice is come.”Praise for The Way of Shadows“What a terrific story! I was mesmerized from start to finish.Unforgettable characters, a plot that kept me guessing, non-stop action and the kind of in-depth storytelling that makes me admire a writer’s work.”—Terry BrooksBOOKS BY BRENT WEEKSTHE NIGHT ANGEL TRILOGYThe Way of ShadowsShadow’s EdgeBeyond the ShadowsCopyrightThis book is a work of fiction.Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.Copyright © 2008 by Brent WeeksExcerpt from Beyond the Shadows copyright © 2008 by Brent Weeks All rights reserved.Except as permitted under the U.S.Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a data base or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.OrbitHachette Book Group237 Park AvenueNew York, NY 10017Visit our website at www.HachetteBookGroup.comwww.twitter.com/orbitbooksOrbit is an imprint of Hachette Book Group, Inc.The Orbit name and logo is a trademark of Little, Brown Book Group Ltd.First eBook Edition: February 2010ISBN: 978-0-316-04038-9ContentsMapCopyrightChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27Chapter 28Chapter 29Chapter 30Chapter 31Chapter 32Chapter 33Chapter 34Chapter 35Chapter 36Chapter 37Chapter 38Chapter 39Chapter 40Chapter 41Chapter 42Chapter 43Chapter 44Chapter 45Chapter 46Chapter 47Chapter 48Chapter 49Chapter 50Chapter 51Chapter 52Chapter 53Chapter 54Chapter 55Chapter 56Chapter 57Chapter 58Chapter 59Chapter 60Chapter 61Chapter 62Chapter 63Chapter 64Chapter 65Chapter 66Chapter 67Chapter 68Chapter 69Chapter 70Chapter 71Chapter 72EpilogueMeet the AuthorA Preview of Beyond the ShadowsFor Kristi, for never doubting—not even when I did.&For Kevin, because it’s a big brother’s job tomake a little brother tough.What you taught me,I’ve needed.(But I never have been rightsince that dirt clod incident.)1We’ve got a contract for you,” Momma K said.As always, she sat like a queen, her back straight, sumptuous dress perfect, hair immaculately coifed if gray at the roots.This morning she had dark circles under her eyes.Kylar guessed that none of the Sa’kagé’s surviving leaders had slept much since the Khalidoran invasion.“Good morning to you, too,” Kylar said, settling into the wing-backed chair in the study.Momma K didn’t turn to face him, looking instead out her window.Last night’s rain had quenched most of the fires in the city, but many still smoked, bathing the city in a crimson dawn.The waters of the Plith River that divided rich eastern Cenaria from the Warrens looked as red as blood.Kylar wasn’t sure that was all because of the smoke-obscured sun, either.In the week since the coup, the Khalidoran invaders had massacred thousands.Momma K said, “There’s a wrinkle.The deader knows it’s coming.”“How’s he know?” The Sa’kagé wasn’t usually so sloppy.“We told him.”Kylar rubbed his temples.The Sa’kagé would only tell someone so that if the attempt failed, the Sa’kagé wouldn’t be committed.That meant the deader could only be one man: Cenaria’s conqueror, Khalidor’s Godking, Garoth Ursuul.“I just came to get my money,” Kylar said.“All of Durzo’s—my safe houses burned down.I only need enough to bribe the gate guards.” He’d been giving her a cut of his wages to invest since he was a child.She should have plenty for a few bribes.Momma K flipped silently through sheets of rice paper on her desk and handed one to Kylar.At first, he was stunned by the numbers.He was involved in the illegal importation of riot weed and half a dozen other addictive plants, owned a race horse, had a stake in a brewery and several other businesses, part of a loan shark’s portfolio, and owned partial cargos of items like silks and gems that were legitimate except for the fact the Sa’kagé paid 20 percent in bribes rather than 50 percent in tariffs.The sheer amount of information on the page was mind-boggling.He didn’t know what half of it meant.“I own a house?” Kylar asked.“Owned,” Momma K said.“This column denotes merchandise lost in the fires or looting.” There were checks next to all but a silk expedition and one for riot weed.Almost everything he had owned was lost.“Neither expedition will return for months, if at all.If the Godking keeps seizing civilian vessels, they won’t come back at all.Of course, if he were dead—”He could see where this was going.“This says my share is still worth ten to fifteen thousand.I’ll sell it to you for a thousand.That’s all I need.”She ignored him.“They need a third wetboy to make sure it works.Fifty thousand gunders for one kill, Kylar.With that much, you can take Elene and Uly anywhere.You’ll have done the world a good turn, and you’ll never have to work again.It’s just one last job.”He wavered only for a moment.“There’s always one last job.I’m finished.”“This is because of Elene, isn’t it?” Momma K asked [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]