![]() ![]() Elves, Dwarves, Goblins and yes–even Wizards. ![]() ![]() It has all the classical elements of an older age of fantasy. Sullivan’s Theft of Swords was like coming home on a cold winter day, where the hearth is lit and your favourite animal companion is waiting (impatiently) for you to take a seat so it can jump up beside you. “I really hadn’t thought about it until now.”Īfter a blast of Urban Fantasy and Sci-Fi before that, getting back to something of a more typical Fantasy bent was like coming home. Hadrian lifted his head and looked over at the motionless prince. Do you think a person could smother in a wet potato bag?” “Sure,” Hadrian replied without bothering to look. “You think he’s still alive?” Royce asked, nodding his head toward Alric. Trapped in a conspiracy that goes beyond the overthrow of a tiny kingdom, their only hope is unravelling an ancient mystery before it’s too late. Royce Melborn, a skilled thief, and his mercenary partner, Hadrian Blackwater, are two enterprising rogues who end up running for their lives when they’re framed for the murder of the king. There’s no ancient evil to defeat or orphan destined for greatness, just unlikely heroes and classic adventure. ![]() Hadrian could see little in the darkness, but he could hear them–the snapping of twigs, the crush of leaves, and the brush of grass. ![]()
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