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Called onto the carpet before the High Priest at Erdane, the Light’s First Commander, known as The Hatchet, accepts the new orders for his beaten troops; and while eyes chill as ice chips flick down the lines, his clamped lips flex into a predator’s grin, that his proposal to harden morale has been endorsed to his satisfaction …

Amid the rainy streets of East Bransing, a charitable, blond aristocrat halts his retinue for a destitute elder who pleads to black his boots for a penny; and when the fellow’s deft expertise brings up the reason for his unemployment, the tale of a master’s demise in the war prompts a kind invitation to serve in his Lordship’s household …

Briefly returned to Althain Tower from the High Queen of Havish’s late coronation, Asandir sees his black stallion stabled, then all but collides with Sethvir, caught descending the stairwell in agitation: “The Prime,” he admits. “Her next move’s set in motion, a play of deceitful exploitation far worse than anything she’s tried before …”