By Raymond E. Feist
A portent of annihilation awakens the robust sorcerer Pug within the useless of night--a dread imaginative and prescient caution of an unlimited and negative military descending upon the uncovered center of Midkemia. Even the bold may of the Tsurani Empire won't ward off the alien invaders. And in some distance Stardock city, boys--untrained, unready, and infrequently come of age--will be referred to as upon through the mysterious Conclave of Shadows to confront a sinister plot that implicates even the highest-ranking nobles within the land. For a nightmare of treason, intrigue, and homicide is brewing between an historical Brotherhood of Death--a extended family of cruel assassins whose identify is spoken in basic terms in worried whispers . . .
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