By Rachel Aaron
Eli Monpress is useless. he is cocky. And he is a thief.
But he is a thief who has simply visible his bounty crowned and he isn't chuffed approximately it. The bounty topper, because it seems, is his ally, bodyguard, and grasp swordsman, Josef. Who has been protecting secrets and techniques from Eli. it seems that, he is the one prince of a slightly feisty kingdom and his mom (a bold queen who is every piece as pushed and obdurate as he's) desires him to come back domestic and do his accountability, this means that throwing over own targets like proving he is the best swordsman who ever lived.
Family drama apart, Eli and Josef have their fingers complete. The Spirit courtroom has been usurped by means of the Council of Thrones and a person calling herself the Immortal Empress is staging an incredible invasion. yet it isn't simply politics --- the Immortal Empress has a selected goal in brain: Eli Monpress, the best thief on this planet.
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The queen is aging. ” “Theresa is more youthful than i'm, Myron,” service provider Prince Whitefall acknowledged flatly. “She’s not often to the age of senility. ” “And this can be Osera we’re conversing about,” Sara further with a sniff. “They’re now not humans who’d ask for support except issues have been determined. specially Theresa. Shouldn’t you recognize that? ” Myron gave the wizard a disapproving glance. Sara stared correct again, bold him. “Be that because it may,” Alber stated, bringing the dialog again to himself earlier than issues may possibly get any worse. “Osera’s borne the brunt of the Empress prior to, and they’ve by no means forgotten. If Theresa says the Empress has reactivated her shipyards, then i feel her. the only query is, how a lot time can we have left to organize? ” Sara seemed clear of Myron with a dismissive huff. “A respectable volume, I’d wager,” she acknowledged. “Unless she’s spent the final 20 years making improvements, palace ships are gradual and the Unseen Sea is huge and treacherous. no matter if she set sail this night, we wouldn’t see her fleet for 2 months. probably 3, if she’s bringing a bigger military this time, which i guess she may. ” “Three months is rarely a ‘decent amount,’ ” Myron snapped. “Even if we referred to as in conscripts this day, I can’t elevate a military on such brief detect. ” Alber scratched his brief beard thoughtfully. “It doesn’t make sense,” he stated. “Why is she relocating now? Her preliminary assault was once the catastrophe that birthed the Council. She used to be the single factor frightening sufficient to eventually persuade the kingdoms to prevent struggling with one another and stand jointly. And stand jointly we did, yet someone within the understand is familiar with that the one cause we survived used to be simply because we had the Relay and the Empress didn’t. That, and the truth that her fleet used to be too faraway from domestic to keep up a offer line. nonetheless, it was once rarely what i'd name a decisive victory. have been I the Empress, i might have renewed my assault the very subsequent 12 months whereas the Council was once nonetheless risky. Even 5 years later we couldn’t have became again any kind of invasion strength, yet now? We’re improved than ever. She has to grasp that. So why did she wait? ” “Maybe she used to be rebuilding? ” Myron acknowledged. “The mixed Council forces sunk approximately 100 ships sooner than her fleet retreated. perhaps even the Empress can’t pull that sort of firepower out from less than her skirt. ” “This is the Empress, Myron,” Sara acknowledged, exasperated. “If our studies are at any place on the subject of correct, she has sufficient humans and assets to bury us in boats with no batting a watch. ” “So why hasn’t she, then? ” Myron acknowledged. “How will we comprehend this resurgence is even aimed toward us? There’s been no assertion of battle. All we've got is a few fisherman’s story approximately palace ships. ” “Where else is she going to head? ” Sara stated. “There are 3 continents on the earth: hers, ours, and the icy wastes within the north sea. You don’t construct a fleet of palace ships to head ghosthound searching, so i feel we will be able to effectively say she’s coming for us. ” Myron’s face went scarlet, yet Sara looked as if it would have forgotten him fullyyt. She leaned again in her deep-cushioned chair, skinny hands crossed over her chest as she met Alber eye to eye.