Talon of the Silver Hawk (Conclave of Shadows, Book 1)
Raymond E. Feist
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Evil has come to a distant land high among the snow-capped mountains of Midkemia, as anexterminating army wearing the colors of theDuke of Olasko razes village after village, slaughtering men, women, and children without mercy. And when the carnage is done, only one survivor remains: a young boy named Kieli. A youth no longer, there is now but one road for him to travel: the path of vengeance. And he willnot be alone. Under the tutelage of the rescuerswho discovered him, Kieli will be molded into a sure and pitiless weapon. And he will accept the destiny that has been chosen for him ... asTalon of the Silver Hawk.
But the prey he so earnestly stalks is hunting himas well. And Talon must swear allegiance toa shadowy cause that already binds his mysterious benefactors -- or his mission, his honor,and his life will be lost forever.
manner if her story was to be believed. She claimed to have been the serving girl to a Princess of Roldem, who had been en route to a state-arranged marriage with a noble in the court of the Prince of Aranor. Depending on his full understanding of her language and the frequency with which the story changed, she had been abducted by either pirates or bandits and sold into slavery, from which she had been freed by a kind benefactor or escaped. In any event, the girl from the distant island nation
sat near the barn. Gibbs and Lars were quickly unhitching from the traces as handsome a matching set of black geldings as Talon had ever seen. Horses were not central to the mountain tribes of the Orosini as they were to other cultures nearby, but a fine mount could still be appreciated. The coachman oversaw the two servants, ensuring his master’s team was treated with the respect due. Lela said, “Looks like the Count DeBarges is visiting, again.’’ Talon wondered who he might be, but remained
you’ve been taught, is that it?’’ Talon studied the man, attempting to fit him into the images that still were vivid in his memory and gradually realized how foolish he had been. Creed was a brawny man with black hair that hung to his shoulders. His nose had obviously been broken more than once and was little more than a distorted lump in the center of his face. His mouth was topped by a drooping moustache. His face was unremarkable, except for his eyes, which were narrowed as he studied his
find a caravan and travel to Malac’s Cross, the border between the Western and Eastern Realms of this Kingdom. From there we shall secure horses and travel to Salador. Both cities will offer you many opportunities for learning.” “Fair enough, but what are we to do when we reach Salador?’’ “Study,” said Caleb, lying down upon his bunk. “Now, be still so I can take a nap until they call for supper.’’ “Study,” Talon muttered. “It seems to be my life.’’ “And as such, it’s a fair one. Now be
and with an economy of movement that alerted Tal: the man was dangerous. Tal knew he would vanish into the crowd, so he did not pursue him. It would prove to be pointless and would also reveal to the man that Tal had discovered him. That man, or another, would soon be back. Someone was stalking Tal, and he needed to find out who and why. If it was an assassin employed by some angry young woman or her father, that was one thing, but if it had anything to do with the Conclave of Shadows, that was