Honour Among Thieves. David Chandler

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      Chapter Thirty-Seven

      Through the stout oak door, Croy could hear the voices…

      Chapter Thirty-Eight

      The river Skrait twisted through Ness, carving its way between…

      Chapter Thirty-Nine

      Walking through the brambles surrounding Coruth’s shack was disincitement enough,…

      Chapter Forty

      Malden moved out of the way as Coruth swept into…

      Chapter Forty-One

      When dinner was finished Malden took his leave. He was…

      Chapter Forty-Two

      The thieves of Ness gathered just before midnight, when the…

      Chapter Forty-Three

      A few murmurs drifted up from the crowd regardless of…

      Chapter Forty-Four

      Perhaps there was a second reason why Cutbill had chosen…

      Chapter Forty-Five

      “I have grand plans for the people of Skrae,” the…

      Chapter Forty-Six

      The sky glowed a deep blue-black that made Malden’s head…

      Chapter Forty-Seven

      The air in Coruth’s house felt like it had been…

      Chapter Forty-Eight

      Mörget whirled his axe through the air and brought it…

      Chapter Forty-Nine

      The bandit camp proved a sorry affair. Two dozen men…

      Chapter Fifty

      Barbarian pickets controlled the road between Helstrow and Redweir, but…

      Chapter Fifty-One

      The Baron sighed and looked down at his maps and…

      Chapter Fifty-Two

      Money kept coming in, as it always had, and that…

      Chapter Fifty-Three

      It didn’t take long for the thief-takers to make their…

      Chapter Fifty-Four

      Slag followed Malden all the way across the Sawyer’s Bridge…

      Chapter Fifty-Five

      “Protection?” Malden repeated, when Herwig had told him what she…

      Chapter Fifty-Six

      Croy knelt low in the brambles by the side of…

      Chapter Fifty-Seven

      I didn’t want this job, Malden thought. I never asked…

      Chapter Fifty-Eight

      It wasn’t easy getting the word out so late in…

      Chapter Fifty-Nine

      An old fishwife with a face like a rotten parsnip…

      Chapter Sixty

      Coruth did not wait to hear if he would follow.

      Chapter Sixty-One

      In a muddy field just off the Helstrow road, Baron…

      Chapter Sixty-Two

      Mörgain’s barbarians were distracted by the archers and turned outwards…

      Chapter Sixty-Three

      Spittle flecked their red-painted lips. They came running with blood…

      Part 3

      A Change of Station

      Interlude

      “Halt, here,” Mörgain said, and the paltry remnants of her…

      Chapter Sixty-Four

      Malden grabbed onto a window ledge and hauled himself upward.

      Chapter Sixty-Five

      Malden leaned down and kissed Cythera gently. She wrapped her…

      Chapter Sixty-Six

      Loophole would never walk easy again. When the mob seized…

      Chapter Sixty-Seven

      He already knew what his Helstrovian second-in-command wanted, but still…

      Chapter Sixty-Eight

      Dead bodies littered the forecourt of Easthull manor. Not a…

      Chapter Sixty-Nine

      “The king is dead,” Coruth said, plucking at long blades…

      Chapter Seventy

      A thousand barbarians marched north, pulling wagons full of books…

      Chapter Seventy-One

      “The Godstone is cracked. The cracks need to be repaired.

      Chapter Seventy-Two

      “Be of good cheer, lad,” Slag said, as he led…

      Chapter Seventy-Three

      Croy kept his horse to a walk as they crept…

      Chapter Seventy-Four

      Malden reached up and grasped the snout of a gargoyle.

      Chapter Seventy-Five

      Malden lowered himself through the trap door by his hands.

      Chapter Seventy-Six

      Malden’s candle fell from his hand and flickered out instantly.

      Chapter Seventy-Seven

      Malden closed the door behind him and bent low to…

      Chapter Seventy-Eight

      “Malden, no one loves me,” Cutbill said. He poured two…

      Chapter Seventy-Nine

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