'Fantasy as it ought to be written' George R.R. MartinRobin Hobb returns to her best loved characters with the second volume in a brand new series.Happy endings never last…Years ago, they freed a dragon from the glaciers on Aslevjal. Then they parted ways, the Fool returning to far-off Clerres, while Fitz finally claimed a wife, a family, and a home of his own.Now, betrayed by his own people and broken by torment, the Fool has made his way back to the Six Duchies. But as Fitz attempts to heal his old friend in Buckkeep Castle, his young daughter Bee is abducted from Withywoods by pale and mysterious raiders who leave ruin and confusion in their wake.Fitz must find a way to rescue his beloved Bee. At the same time it is the Fool’s fiercest wish to return to Clerres with the best assassin he has ever known, to gain vengeance and justice.Can Fitz bear to take up the tools of his old trade again, even to avenge his dearest friend and save his child?
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Робин Хобб. Fool’s Quest
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Dedication
ONE. Winterfest Eve at Buckkeep
TWO. Lord Feldspar
THREE. The Taking of Bee
FOUR. The Fool’s Tale
FIVE. An Exchange of Substance
SIX. The Witted
SEVEN. Secrets and a Crow
EIGHT. Farseers
NINE. The Crown
TEN. Tidings
ELEVEN. Withywoods
TWELVE. The Shaysim
THIRTEEN. Chade’s Secret
FOURTEEN. Elfbark
FIFTEEN. Surprises
SIXTEEN. The Journey
SEVENTEEN. Blood
EIGHTEEN. The Changer
NINETEEN. The Strategy
TWENTY. Marking Time
TWENTY-ONE. Vindeliar
TWENTY-TWO. Confrontations
TWENTY-THREE. Bonds and Ties
TWENTY-FOUR. Parting Ways
TWENTY-FIVE. Red Snow
TWENTY-SIX. A Glove
TWENTY-SEVEN. Aftermath
TWENTY-EIGHT. Repercussions
TWENTY-NINE. Family
THIRTY. Prince FitzChivalry
THIRTY-ONE. Loose Ends
THIRTY-TWO. Travellers
THIRTY-THREE. Departure
THIRTY-FOUR. Dragons
THIRTY-FIVE. Kelsingra
THIRTY-SIX. An Elderling Welcome
THIRTY-SEVEN. Heroes and Thieves
THIRTY-EIGHT. Emergence
And be sure not to miss the riveting conclusion: ASSASSIN’S FATE. Book 3 of the Fitz and the Fool trilogy
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To Rudyard. Still my Best Beloved
after all these years
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He nodded slowly. His hand crept back to his wine cup. He found it, drank sparingly and set it down. ‘Of course I was coming to find you. So. I was begging, but the shopkeeper kept ranting at me to move on. I knew I should. But I was so tired, and the place where I had settled was out of the wind. Wind is a cruel thing, Fitz. A day that is cold but bearable when the air is still becomes a constant torment when a wind rises.’ His voice fell away and he hunched his shoulders as if even the memory of wind could freeze him now.
‘Then, hmm. A boy came by. He gave me an apple. Then the shopkeeper cursed me and shouted at her husband to come and drive me off. And the boy helped me to move away from the door. And …’ The Fool’s words trailed away. His head moved, wagging from side to side. I did not think he was aware of it. It reminded me of a hound casting about for a lost scent. Then plaintive words burst from him. ‘It was so vivid, Fitz! He was the son I was seeking. The boy touched me and I could see with his vision. I could feel the strength he might have, some day, if he were trained, if he were not corrupted by the Servants. I’d found him and I could not contain my joy.’ Yellowish tears spilled slowly from his eyes and began to track down his scarred face. All too well, I recalled the request that he had sent his messengers to give me: that I search for the ‘Unexpected Son’. His son? A child he had fathered, despite all I knew of him? In the time since his messenger had reached me and then died, I’d mulled over a dozen possibilities as to who the mother of such a son might be.
