Shards of Time (Nightrunner)
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Acclaimed author Lynn Flewelling brings her beloved Nightrunners series to a close—at least for now—with a thrilling novel of murder, mystery, and magic.
The governor of the sacred island of Korous and his mistress have been killed inside a locked and guarded room. The sole witnesses to the crime—guards who broke down the doors, hearing the screams from within—have gone mad with terror, babbling about ghosts . . . and things worse than ghosts.
Dispatched to Korous by the queen, master spies Alec and Seregil find all the excitement and danger they could want—and more. For an ancient evil has been awakened there, a great power that will not rest until it has escaped its otherworldly prison and taken revenge on all that lives. And only those like Alec—who have died and returned to life—can step between the worlds and confront the killer . . . even if it means a second and all too permanent death.
Praise for Lynn Flewelling’s Casket of Souls
“Full of intrigue and plots upon plots.”—RT Book Reviews
the problem for a while, until something happens to one of the seals again. If Rhazat gets her hands on someone else to break the seal, then she’s loosed on an unsuspecting world and Klia’s death will have been in vain.” “But we can defeat her,” said Alec. “We killed Irtuk Beshar, and we can kill this one.” Thero shook his head. “Can you imagine how powerful she must be for Nhandi and her lover to have gone to such extreme measures to contain her?” “But when we were in Zikara you said yourself
you’ll come with me again. In the meantime, thank you so very much for being there. LYNN FLEWELLING Redlands, CA March 31, 2014 For you Acknowledgments This series owes its existence to my awesome support system through the years: first and foremost, my wonderful husband, Dr. Doug, without whom I probably wouldn’t have done what I’ve done; my sons, Matthew and Timothy (who are both younger than Alec and Seregil in real time); my amazing agent, Lucienne Diver, without whom the
certain Sedge was still soundly asleep, then helped the others carry in the lanterns, a small table, and the baskets of branches and the other items. When everything was set up to his liking, he took a final look around, making certain everything was in place. On the narrow side table stood a pitcher of water and a basin, Nysander’s ancient ivory knife, his own silver dagger and wand, a small dish of ink and a fine brush, a thick wax candle, and three piles of short branches: birch, pine, and
Micum. He sighed. “Seeing the corridor where Alec disappeared in daylight today must have shaken something loose in my brain. I think I remembered what my nightmares have been about, or at least enough pieces to know that they were about losing you, Alec. I have fragmented flashes of you walking away ahead of me, always out of reach, and disappearing. Just like you did last night.” “Interesting,” mused Thero. “I don’t recall you saying anything about dreams when you two were enslaved in
and soldiers. Klia stood with a small crowd of well-wishers near the Courser’s gangway. With her, as always, was her friend and aide-de-camp, Commander Myrhini. Klia was dressed in a fine traveling gown today, but Myrhini was in uniform, wearing the close-fitting doeskin breeches and green tabard edged in white of the Queen’s Horse Guard, with the embroidered emblem of a pair of crossed sabers supporting a crown on the front. A well-used long sword hung at her side and a golden gorget of rank