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This monster is a boy with a tormented heart. Incredibly, Shahrzad finds herself falling in love. How is this possible? It's an unforgivable betrayal. Still, Shahrzad has come to understand all is not as it seems in this palace of marble and stone. She resolves to uncover whatever secrets lurk and, despite her love, be ready to take Khalid's life as retribution for the many lives he's stolen.
Can their love survive this world of stories and secrets?
With smoke billowing, fires blazing and his people fleeing, Khalid races back to defend his city, and protect his queen.
But Khalid is too late to do either.
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He and his men arrive to find the city in ruins, nothing but a maze of destruction, and Shahrzad is gone. But who could have wrought such devastation? Khalid fears he may already know the answer, the price of choosing love over the people of Rey all too evident.
In a land on the brink of war, Shahrzad is forced from the arms of her beloved husband, the Caliph of Khorasan.
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She once thought Khalid a monster—a merciless killer of wives, responsible for immeasurable heartache and pain—but as she unraveled his secrets, she found instead an extraordinary man and a love she could not deny. Still, a curse threatens to keep Shazi and Khalid apart forever. Trapped between loyalties to those she loves, the only thing Shazi can do is act.
Using the burgeoning magic within her as a guide, she strikes out on her own to end both this terrible curse and the brewing war once and for all.
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But to do it, she must evade enemies of her own to stay alive. The saga that began with The Wrath and the Dawn takes its final turn as Shahrzad risks everything to find her way back to her one true love again. Geder Palliako who had saved the kingdom from the conspiracies of the courts of Asterilhold. Geder wasn't the image of a national hero.
His face was round and pale, his hair slicked back. The black leather cloak he wore was cut for a thicker man's frame, pooling around him like an ornate curtain. He stood under the great red banner like a new actor freshly on a stage. The apostate could almost see him repeating lines to himself, straining his ears toward his cue. This was the man who had brought back the cult of the goddess, long forgotten, and dropped it into the center of the greatest empire outside Far Syramys.
In a more pious age, the temple might have struggled to take root, but the priests of Antea had long ago become political spokesmen and champions of the expedient.
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The voice of the goddess, impossible to resist for long, had found willing ears here, and the nobility streamed in like children before a puppet show, excited by the hint of the exotic, the decadent, and the strange. They were dead. Their city, their empire, the truths they had learned at their nurses' breasts.
Like the first pale mark of leprosy, the rot had touched their city, and none of them could see it for what it was. Nor, in all likelihood would they ever, even as the madness took them.
They would die and never understand what they had become. Old man! The armsman was Jasuru, bronze-scaled and black-tongued. He wore boiled leather and the sigil of a serpent on a field of orange. Behind him, a young woman was stepping down from a gilt carriage with the help of a footman in matching colors. The woman herself wore a black leather cloak, cut too generously. Fashion in all things. Quite sorry.
The apostate turned his back and walked. Behind him, the high, rattling sound of the tin gongs began. He hadn't heard the call to prayer since he was a boy and a priest in a mountain temple half a continent away.
For a moment, he could smell the dust and sweet wellwater, could hear the scrape of lizards across the stone and taste the curried goat that no one else in the world made the way they had in the village of his youth. A deep voice began the call to prayer, and the power in the apostate's blood thrilled to the half-forgotten syllables. He paused, ignored the wisdom of a thousand children's tales, and looked back.
The bull-huge man wore the green and gold of a high priest preparing the low rites, but he was no one the apostate recognized. The high priest he had known was dead, then. Well, the spider goddess promised many things, but physical immortality wasn't one. Her priests could die. The thought was a comfort. The apostate pulled his cheap wools closer around him and disappeared into the wet labyrinth of broadways and alleys.
T he Division split Camnipol down its center like God's knife wound. Half a dozen true bridges spanned the abyss from its rim, standing high above the empty air, massive webworks of stone and iron. Any number of improvised chain-and-rope constructions reached across it lower down where the walls came closer together. If one were sitting near its edge, the history of the city was laid bare, ruin laid upon ruin laid upon ruin until the ancient architecture vanished, indistinguishable from stone apart from the occasional archway or green-bleeding bronzework.
Since the age of dragons and before, there had been a city where Camnipol stood, growing upon and out of the ruins of the city before it.
Even now, poor men and women of the thirteen races lived deep in the flesh of the city, inhabiting lightless caves that had been the storehouses and ballrooms and palaces of their ancestors. The cart's thin doors were open, but they hadn't lowered the stage. Cary sat cross-legged with her back against the wide wheel, sewing beads to the blue gown. They were going to play The Bride's Folly that night, and the role of Lady Partia called for a bit more frippery.
Sandr and Hornet were at the back of the high shelter with sticks in their hands, walking the choreography of the final battle where Anson Arranson exposed the treachery of his commander. Charlit Soon, their newest actor, sat with her hands under her thighs, her lips moving as if in prayer.
It was her first night playing in The Bride's Folly, and her anxiety was endearing. Mikel was nowhere to be seen, likely off to the market and haggling for meat and river fish.
There would be plenty of time for him to return and make ready. It was only the gloomy weather that made everything seem late. This here rain may not look like much, but Camnipol's a big city. It all adds up. Right now, just looking at it, it's like God upended a river on the place. All that water's got to go somewhere. And here I thought we were talking about gutters. For fifteen years now, he had traveled the world with his little band of players.
They had sung for kings and brutish mobs. He'd taught players from eight of the thirteen human races, and taken lovers from three. Master Kit, he'd been. Kitap rol Keshmet.
It was a name he'd given himself even before that, when he had delivered himself into the world out of a womb of desert stone and madness.
He'd played a thousand roles. And now, God help him, there was time for one more. One last.He just made me feel extremely uncomfortable whenever he showed up: May be the attempt he made by the end and how it solved effects more in my decision to rate. I'm an Amazon Affiliate. Praise for The Rose and the Dagger 1 New York Times Bestseller "Beautiful, lyrical writing combines with a cohesive plot, richly drawn backdrop, and just the right mix of action and romance to create an undeniable new classic.
Still The darker the sky, the brighter the stars. Why am I not with him?