A Dance of Blades (Shadowdance Series #2)

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It's been five long years since the city learned to fear...

In book #2 of the Shadowdance series, the war between the thief guilds and the powerful allegiance known as the Trifect has slowly dwindled. Now only the mysterious Haern is left to wage his private battle against the guilds in the guise of the Watcher - a vicious killer who knows no limits. But when the son of Alyssa Gemcroft, one of the three ...

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Overview


It's been five long years since the city learned to fear...

In book #2 of the Shadowdance series, the war between the thief guilds and the powerful allegiance known as the Trifect has slowly dwindled. Now only the mysterious Haern is left to wage his private battle against the guilds in the guise of the Watcher - a vicious killer who knows no limits. But when the son of Alyssa Gemcroft, one of the three leaders of the Trifect, is believed murdered, the slaughter begins anew. Mercenaries flood the streets with one goal in mind: find and kill the Watcher.

Peace or destruction; every war must have its end.


Fantasy author David Dalglish spins a tale of retribution and darkness, and an underworld reaching for ultimate power.

Chronological Order

  • A Dance of Cloaks
  • A Dance of Blades
  • A Dance of Mirrors
  • A Dance of Shadows
  • A Dance of Ghosts
  • A Dance of Chaos
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Editorial Reviews

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In the Shadowdance series starter A Dance of Cloaks, Aaron Fellhorn faked his own death and continued his personal killing wars as Haern, the Watcher. At first, both the guild and the Trifect are in anarchistic disarray, enabling the Watcher to ply his merciless assassin trade unseen; but when the son of Alyssa Gemcroft is murdered and Hearn is fingered as the culprit, Trifect mercenaries search streets and hiding places, hunting for the mysterious Watcher. Trade paperback and NOOK Book editions of a self-published wonder.

Publishers Weekly
09/02/2013
The second Shadowdance epic fantasy novel chronicling the evolution of master thief and assassin Haern picks up five years after the events of A Dance of Cloaks, with Haern living on the streets of Veldaren and battling the thieves’ guilds that his father once led. Scheming merchant heiress Alyssa and kind priestess Delysia have also survived the bloodbath of the first volume and are coming into their own. In disarray and mutual weakness, the guilds and the wealthy ruling Trifect continue their suicidal war. Most members of the younger generation want peace, but they lack common motives and means, and as a result, their efforts only escalate the bloodshed. The pace is a shade less hectic than in the previous installment, the cavalcade of characters slightly thinned, yet Dalglish maintains the interest of his convoluted plot. Childish shock in the face of violence and betrayal has given way to mature fear: Haern and his peers can now foresee—and dread—the consequences of their actions, a more interesting development than any of the dagger fights. Agent: Michael Carr, Veritas Literary Agency. (Nov.)
Michael Sullivan
"Fast, furious, and fabulous."
Sam Sykes
"Dalglish concocts a heady cocktail of energy, breakneck pace and excitement that a reader could get drunk on."
From the Publisher
"Fast, furious, and fabulous."—Michael Sullivan, author of Theft of Swords on A Dance of Cloaks

"[A] winning combination of A Game of Thrones, sword-and-sorcery RPGS, and vivid description...Dalglish puts familiar pieces together with a freshness and pleasure that are contagious."—Publishers Weekly on A Dance of Cloaks

"Dalglish concocts a heady cocktail of energy, breakneck pace and excitement that a reader could get drunk on."—Sam Sykes, author of Tome of the Undergates on A Dance of Cloaks

"Strong characterization as well as detailed action...a believable tale of a young man's coming-of-age and the difficult decisions he must make. His saga should appeal to fans of R.A. Salvatore and Richard Lee Byers."—Library Journal on A Dance of Cloaks

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316242493
  • Publisher: Orbit
  • Publication date: 11/5/2013
  • Series: Shadowdance Series , #2
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 521
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

David Dalglish

David Dalglish currently lives in rural Missouri with his wife Samantha, and daughters Morgan and Katherine. He graduated from Missouri Southern State University in 2006 with a degree in Mathematics and currently spends his free time teaching his children the timeless wisdom of Mario jumping on a turtle shell.
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A Dance of Blades


By David Dalglish

Orbit

Copyright © 2013 David Dalglish
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-316-24249-3


CHAPTER 1

Haern watched the ropes fly over the wall, heavy weights on their ends. They clacked against the stone, then settled on the street. The ropes looked like brown snakes in the pale moonlight, appropriately enough given the Serpent Guild controlled them.

For several minutes, nothing. Haern shifted under his well-worn cloaks, his exposed hand shivering in the cold while holding an empty bottle. He kept his hood low, and he bobbed his head as if sleeping. When the first Serpent entered the alley from the street, Haern spotted him with ease. The man looked young for such a task, but then two older men arrived, their hands and faces scarred from the brutal life they led. Deep green cloaks fluttered behind them as they rushed past the houses and to the wall where the ropes hung like vines. They tugged each rope twice, giving their signal. Then the older ones grabbed a rope while the younger looped them about a carved inset in the aged stone wall, then tied the weighted ends together.

"Quick and quiet," he heard one of the elder whisper to the younger. "Don't let the crate make a sound when it lands, and the gods help you if you drop it."

Haern let his head bob lower. The three were to his right, little more than twenty feet away. Already he knew their skill was laughable if they had not yet noticed his presence. His right eye peeked from under his hood, his neck twisting slightly to give him a better view. Another Serpent appeared from outside the city, climbing atop the wall and motioning down to the others. Their arm muscles bulging, the older two began pulling on the ropes. Meanwhile the younger steadily took in the slack so it wouldn't get in their way.

Haern coughed as the crate reached the top of the wall. This time the younger heard, and he tensed as if expecting to be shot with an arrow.

"Someone's watching," he whispered to the others.

Haern leaned back, the cloaks hiding his grin. About damn time. He let the bottle roll from his limp hand, the sound of glass on stone grating in the silence.

"Just a drunk," said one of them. "Go chase him off."

Haern heard the soft sound of a blade scraping against leather, most likely the young one's belt.

"Get out of here," said the Serpent.

Haern let out a loud, obnoxious snore. A boot kicked his side, but it was weak, hesitant. He shuddered as if waking from a dream.

"Why ... why you kick me?" he asked, his hood still low. He had to time it just right, at the exact moment the crate touched ground.

"Beat it!" hissed the young thief. "Now, or I'll gut you!"

Haern looked up into his eyes. He knew shadows danced across his face, but his eyes ... the man clearly saw his eyes. His dagger dipped in his hand, and he took a step back. Haern's drunken persona had vanished as if it had never been. No defeat, no inherent feeling of lowliness or shame. Only a calm stare that promised death. As the crate softly thumped to the ground, Haern stood, his intricate gray cloaks falling aside to reveal the two swords sheathed at his hips.

"Shit, it's him!" the thief screamed, turning to run.

Haern felt contempt ripple through him. Such poor training ... did the guilds let anyone in now? He took the young man down, making sure no hit was lethal. He needed a message delivered.

"Who?" asked one, turning at the cry.

Haern cut his throat before he could draw his blade. The other yelped and stepped back. His dagger parried the first of Haern's stabs, but he had no concept of positioning. Haern smacked the dagger twice to the right, then slipped his left sword into his belly and twisted. As the thief bled out, Haern looked to the Serpent atop the wall.

"Care to join the fun?" he asked, yanking out his blade and letting the blood drip to the street. "I'm out of players."

Two daggers whirled down at him. He sidestepped one and smacked away the other. Hoping to provoke the man further, Haern kicked the crate. With no other option, the thief turned and fled back down the wall on the other side. Disappointed, Haern sheathed a sword and used the other to pry open the crate. With a loud creak the top came off, revealing three burlap sacks within. He dipped a hand in one, and it came out dripping with gold coins, each one clearly marked with the sigil of the Gemcroft family.

Interesting.

"Please," he heard the young thief beg. He bled from cuts on his arms and legs, most certainly painful, but nothing life-threatening. The worst Haern had done was hamstring him to prevent him from fleeing. "Please, don't kill me. I can't, I can't ..."

Haern slung all three bags over his shoulder. With his free hand he pressed the tip of his sword against the young man's throat.

"They'll want to know why you lived," he said.

The man had no response to that, only a pathetic sniffle. Haern shook his head. How far the Serpent Guild had fallen ... but all the guilds had fallen since that bloody night five years ago. Thren Felhorn, the legend, had failed in his coup, bringing doom upon the underworld. Thren ... his father...

"Tell them you have a message," Haern said. "Tell them I'm watching."

"Who?"

In response Haern took his sword and dipped it in the man's blood.

"They'll know who," he said before vanishing, leaving only a single eye drawn in the dirt as his message, blood for its ink, a sword its quill.

He didn't go far. He had to lug the bags to the rooftops one at a time, but once he was up high his urgency dwindled. The rooftops were his home, had been for years. Following the main road west, he reached the inner markets, still silent and empty. Plunking down the bags, he lay with his eyes closed and waited.

He woke to the sounds of trade. Hunger stirred in his belly, but he ignored it. Hunger, like loneliness and pain, had become a constant companion. He wouldn't call it friend, though.

"May you go to better hands," Haern said to the first sack of gold before stabbing its side. Coins spilled, and he hurled them like rain to the packed streets. Without pause he cut the second and third, flinging them to the suddenly ravenous crowd. They dove and fought as the gold rolled along, bouncing off bodies and plinking into various wooden stalls. Only a few bothered to look up, those who were lame or old and dared not fight the crowd.

"The Watcher!" someone cried. "The Watcher is here!"

The cry put a smile on his lips as Haern fled south, having not kept a single coin.

It had taken five years, but at last Alyssa Gemcroft understood her late father's paranoia. The meal placed before her smelled delicious, spiced pork intermixed with baked apples, but her appetite remained dormant.

"I can have one of the servants taste it, if you'd like," said her closest family advisor, a man named Bertram who had loyally served her father. "I'll even do so myself."

"No," she said, brushing errant strands of her red hair back and tucking them behind her left ear. "That's not necessary. I can afford to skip a meal."

Bertram frowned, and she hated the way he looked at her—like a doting grandfather, or a worried teacher. Just the night before, two servants had died eating their daily rations. Though she'd replaced much of the mansion's food, as well as executed those she thought responsible, the memory lingered in Alyssa's mind. The way the two had retched, their faces turning a horrific shade of purple ...

She snapped her fingers, and the many waiting servants rushed to clear the trays away. Despite the rumble in her belly, she felt better with the food gone. At least now she could think without fear of convulsing to death because of some strange toxin. Bertram motioned to a chair beside her, and she gave him permission to sit.

"I know these are not peaceful times," he said, "but we cannot allow fear to control our lives. That is a victory you know the thief guilds have longed for."

"We're approaching the fifth anniversary of the Bloody Kensgold," Alyssa said, referring to a gathering of the Trifect, the three wealthiest families of merchants, nobles, and power brokers in all of Dezrel. On that night Thren Felhorn had led an uprising of thief guilds against the Trifect, burning down one of their mansions and attempting to annihilate their leaders. He'd failed, and his guild had broken down to a fraction of its former size. On that night Alyssa had assumed control after the death of her father, victim to an arrow as they'd fought to protect their home.

"I know," Bertram said. "Is that what distracts you so? Leon and Laurie have both agreed to delay another Kensgold until this dangerous business is over with."

"And when will that be?" she asked as another servant arrived with a silver cup of wine. "I hide here in my mansion, fearful of my food and scared of every shadow in my bedroom. We cannot defeat the guilds, Bertram. We've broken them, fractured many to pieces, but it's like smashing a puddle with a club. They all come back together, under new names, new leaders."

"The end is approaching," Bertram said. "This is Thren's war, and he champions it with the last of his strength. But he is not so strong, not so young. His Spider Guild is far from the force it used to be. In time the other guilds will see reason and turn against him. Until then, we have only one choice left before us, and that is to endure."

Alyssa closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of the wine. For a moment she wondered if it was poisoned, but she fought the paranoia down. She would not sacrifice such a simple pleasure. She couldn't give the rogues that much of a victory.

Still, when she drank, it was a small sip.

"You told me much the same after the Kensgold," she said, setting down the cup. "As you have every year for the past five. The mercenaries have bled us dry. Our mines to the north no longer produce the yields they were renowned for. The king is too frightened to help us. How long until we eat in rags, without coin for servants and wood for fires?"

"We are on the defensive," Bertram said, accepting his own cup of wine. "Such is our fate for being a large target. But the bloodshed has slowed, you know that as well as I. Be patient. Let us bleed them as they bleed us. The last thing we want is to inflame their passions while we still appear weak and leaderless."

Alyssa felt anger flare in her chest, not only at the insult, but also at its damning familiarity.

"Leaderless?" she asked. "I have protected the Gemcroft name for five years of shadow wars. I've brokered trade agreements, organized mercenaries, bribed nobles, and done everything as well as my father ever did, yet we are leaderless? Why is that, Bertram?"

Bertram endured the rant without a shred of emotion on his face, and that only infuriated Alyssa further. Again she felt like a schoolchild before her teacher, and part of her wondered if that was exactly how her advisor viewed her.

"I say this only because the rest of Dezrel believes it," he said when she was finished. "You have no husband, and the only heir to the Gemcroft name is a bastard of unknown heritage."

"Don't talk about Nathaniel that way," she said, her voice turning cold. "Don't you dare speak ill of my son."

Bertram raised his hands and spread his palms.

"I meant no offense, milady. Nathaniel is a good child, smart too. But a lady of your station should be partnered with someone equally influential. You've had many suitors; surely you've taken a liking to one of them?"

Alyssa took another sip of wine, her eyes glancing up at the shadowy corners of the dining hall.

"Leave me," she said. "All of you. We'll speak of this another time."

Bertram stood, bowed, and followed the servants out.

"Come down, Zusa," she told the ceiling. "You know you're always welcome at my table. There's no need for you to skulk and hide."

Clinging like a spider to the wall, Zusa smiled down at her. With deceptive ease she let go, falling headfirst toward the carpet. A deft twist of her arms, a tuck of her knees, and she landed gracefully on her feet, her long cloak billowing behind her. Instead of any normal outfit she wore long strips of cloth wrapped around her body, hiding every inch of skin. Except for above her neck, Alyssa was still pleased to see. Zusa had once belonged to a strict order of Karak, the dark god. Upon her willful exile Zusa had cast aside the cloth from her face, revealing her stunning looks and her beautiful black hair, which she kept cropped short around her neck. Two daggers hung from her belt, wickedly sharp.

"Let me be the one in the shadows," Zusa said, smiling. "That way you are safe, for no assassin can hide beside me."

Alyssa gestured for her friend to sit. Zusa refused, but Alyssa took no offense. It was just one of the skilled lady's many quirks. The woman had rescued her years before from an attempt by a former lover to take over her family line, and then helped protect her estate from Thren's plans. She owed her life to Zusa, so if Zusa wanted to stand instead of sit, she was more than welcome.

"Did you hear everything?" Alyssa asked.

"Everything of worth. The old man is scared. He tries to be the rock in a storm, to survive by doing nothing until it passes."

"Sometimes a sound strategy."

Zusa smirked. "This storm will not pass, not without action. Not with his cowardly action. You know what Bertram wants. He wants you bedded and yoked to another man. Then your womanly passions may be safely ignored, and he can rule through your husband."

"Bertram has no desire for power."

Zusa lifted an eyebrow. "Can you know for sure? He is old, but not dead."

Alyssa sighed and drained her cup.

"What should I do?" she asked. She felt tired, lost. She badly missed her son. She'd sent Nathaniel north to Felwood Castle, to be fostered by Lord John Gandrem. John was a good man, and a good friend of the family. More important, he was far away from Veldaren and its guilds of thieves. At least there Nathaniel was safe, and the training he received would help him later in life.

"Bertram's question ... are there any you have taken a fancy to?" Zusa asked.

Alyssa shrugged.

"Mark Tullen was attractive, though his station is probably lower than Bertram would prefer. At least he was willing to talk to me instead of staring down my blouse. Also, that noble who runs our mines, Arthur something ..."

"Hadfield," Zusa said.

"That's right. He's pleasant enough, and not ugly ... little distant, though. Guess that's just a product of being older."

"The older, the less likely to cavort with other women."

"He's more than welcome to," Alyssa said. She stood and turned away, trying to voice a silent fear she'd held on to for years, a fear that had strangled her relationships and kept her unmarried. "But any child we have ... that is who will become the Gemcroft heir. Too many will shove Nathaniel aside, deem him unfit, unworthy. I can't do that to him, Zusa. I can't deny him his right. He's my firstborn."

She felt Zusa's arms slip around her. Startled by the uncommon display of emotion, she accepted the hug.

"If your son is strong, he will claim what is his, no matter what the world tries," she said. "Do not be afraid."

"Thank you," Alyssa said, pulling back and smiling. "What would I do without you?"

"May we never find out," Zusa said, bowing low.

Alyssa waved her off, then retreated to her private chambers. She stared out the thick glass window, beyond her mansion's great walls, to the city of Veldaren. She found herself hating the city, hating every dark corner and crevice. Always it conspired against her, waiting with poison and dagger to ...

No. She had to stop thinking like that. She had to stop letting the thief guilds control every aspect of her life through force and fear. So she sat at her desk, pulled out an inkwell and a piece of parchment, and paused. She'd sent Nathaniel away to protect him, to be fostered with a good family. Not so long ago her father had done the same with her, and she remembered her anger, her loneliness, and her feelings of betrayal. Gods help her, she'd even sent Nathaniel to the same person she'd been sent to. Once more she understood her father in a way she never had before. He'd hidden her because he loved her, not to get her out of the way as she'd once thought.

Still, how angry she'd been when she returned ...

No, she would not let history repeat itself. Her decision made, she dipped the quill in the ink and began writing.

My dear Lord Tullen, she began. I have a request for you involving my son, Nathaniel ...

CHAPTER 2

Biggs kept watch at the door while the rest of the Hawk Guild cleared away the bodies.

"How many will be coming?" asked one as he wrapped a body in its dark gray cloak.

"Depends," said Biggs.

"On what?"

Biggs rolled his eyes. "On who is coming. If it's Veliana, only a handful. If it's Garrick, though ... maybe twenty."
(Continues...)


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  • Posted April 27, 2011

    Waiting...

    So what if this has only been out two weeks? Where's the third book? I keep refreshing but it's not here yet. Geez, how long does it take to write a book? So yeah, really loving this series. This trilogy is a great prequel set to The Half-Orc series. Can't recommend this author and his work enough. He just keeps putting out great work.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2013

    EVEN better than the first!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    EVEN better than the first!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2013

    On the shadowdance series

    I absolutely love this series and this book!

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  • Posted November 11, 2013

    I love this series and this author! 

    I love this series and this author! 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2012

    Awesome

    It was AWESOME

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  • Posted May 9, 2012

    Great Read. Highly Recommended!

    Great Read. Highly Recommended!

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    Posted January 16, 2012

    Recommend based on overview

    Selected as future read.

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  • Posted May 29, 2014

    All of David Daglish's books are the kind of books you want to r

    All of David Daglish's books are the kind of books you want to read in one day. I have yet to read one of his books I didn't love. Some if the writing is dark but that is what makes his work unique

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  • Posted May 10, 2014

    Very nice fantasy work

    In addition to the story, I liked the additional insights from the author on what was rewritten for this title and how it relates to his other works. This was included in a section toward the end of the digital copy.

    Unlike the first book, I did feel that the ending was slightly rushed but otherwise, very nicely done. My only beef is that very few of the characters -- especially those that were very memorable -- introduced make it to the end.

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    Excellent

    Excellent book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2014

    Sooooooo amazing!!!!!!

    Just finished this book, so much more exciting than the first.
    Cool that Haern finally finds a home with tarlak's mercenaries. Sorry for the spoils if you havent read it!

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