The Death of Dulgath (The Riyria Chronicles, Book 3)

The Death of Dulgath (The Riyria Chronicles, Book 3)

Michael J. Sullivan

Language: English

Pages: 261

ISBN: 1943363013

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Three times they tried to kill her. Then a professional was hired. So was Riyria.

When the last member of the oldest noble family in Avryn is targeted for assassination, Riyria is hired to foil the plot. Three years have passed since the war-weary mercenary Hadrian and the cynical ex-assassin Royce joined forces to start life as rogues-for-hire. Things have gone well enough until they're asked to help prevent a murder. Now they must venture into an ancient corner of the world to save a mysterious woman who knows more about Royce than is safe and cares less about herself than is sane.

From the best-selling author of The Riyria Revelations comes the third installment of The Riyria Chronicles. Although part of a series, it's designed to thrill both new readers looking for fun, fast-paced fantasy and Riyria veterans wishing to reunite with old friends.

PRAISE FOR MICHAEL'S RIYRIA BOOKS

“This epic fantasy showcases the arrival of a master storyteller.” — Library Journal on Theft of Swords

“A delightful, entertaining and page-turning read that reminds us just how enjoyable, and how good The Riyria Revelations series is. A must-buy for all fantasy lovers.” — The Founding Fields on Rise of Empire

“Heir of Novron is the conclusion to the Riyria Revelations, cementing it in a position as a new classic of modern fantasy: traditional in setting, but extremely unconventional in, well, everything else.” — Drying Ink on Heir of Novron

“Snappy banter, desperate stakes, pulse-pounding swordplay, and good old-fashioned heroics are all on full display here.” — 52 Book Reviews on The Crown Tower

“The Rose and the Thorn is full of mystery, adventure, betrayal and just plain awesome.” — Fantasy Faction on The Rose and the Thorn

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The Hawk Eternal (The Hawk Queen, Book 2)

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“Don’t touch me! Don’t move me!” Her face contorted in pain as she struggled to inhale, swallowing air instead of breathing it. She had mud on her face, her beautiful hair pasted to her skin with the wet. Her eyes were squeezed tight, her mouth wrenched in pain. “Scarlett, I…” He didn’t know what to say. Hadrian had seen it happen on the battlefield. Thrusts to the abdomen were never good. Deep ones—this sort—were almost always fatal. The blood coming from her stomach, beneath her pressing

asked impatiently. Sherwood liked Rissa Lyn well enough. but if Lady Dulgath had sent him a message—for the first time ever—he wanted to know what it said. “Well, I think you’re right, sir. I think she does know—I think she was the one who did it.” “Thank you, Rissa Lyn, I appreciate you telling me, but—” “Sir…” She bit her lip and looked at her feet. “I don’t just think she did it. I know she did.” “What do you mean? Did you see her do something?” Rissa Lyn shook her head. “Then how do you

ruining Fawkes’s plan was an additional victory. Suffering fools wasn’t something Royce was good at, even when he was the fool. His rationalizations were crap, just excuses for his reckless behavior, and that truth was a problem for him. She looks so much like Gwen. The thought bobbed up, but he dismissed the notion as he had his previous justifications—just one more excuse. Sure, she had dark hair and olive-colored skin, but she wasn’t as dark-skinned as Gwen; plus, she lacked the distinctive

Asher was still on the back of the wagon, kneeling over Lady Dulgath. A crowd had formed around them, mostly the old folk who’d stayed behind while the rest of the village headed to the castle. “This woman is dead,” Asher told them when they were near enough so he didn’t have to yell. Royce stopped as if he’d been hit. The crowd had been generally quiet to start with, but with that pronouncement everyone fell silent. Rain pattered on rooftops, on grass, on the wagon, and on the people gathered

Someone Hadrian didn’t know was running up the street. He was pointing backward and yelling like a wild man. “Coming up the road!” Hadrian was out of time. He let go of Scarlett, who took the opportunity to kick him hard in the shin before leaping back on her horse. Hadrian grabbed Dancer and together they raced for the river and the bridge. Lightning flashed. Thunder cracked. The storm had arrived. While everyone else fought for a place nearest the king, Christopher lagged at the rear of

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