By Sebastien de Castell
Following his loved debut, Traitor's Blade (a "swashbuckling romp filled with air of mystery, camaraderie, quickly wit or even faster swordplay"-NPR), Sebastien de Castell returns with quantity of his fast moving fable experience sequence, encouraged via the swashbuckling motion and witty banter of The 3 Musketeers. Knight's Shadow keeps the sequence with an exciting and darkish story of heroism and betrayal in a rustic beaten less than the burden of its rulers' corruption.
a couple of days after the scary homicide of a duke and his kin, Falcio val Mond, swordsman and primary Cantor of the Greatcoats, starts off a perilous pursuit to seize the killer. yet Falcio quickly discovers his personal existence is in mortal hazard from a poison administered as a last act of revenge through one in all his deadliest enemies. As chaos and civil conflict start to overtake the rustic, Falcio has worthwhile little time left to prevent these made up our minds to ruin his homeland.
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