Assassin’s Fate

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Робин Хобб. Assassin’s Fate
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Dedication
Map
PROLOGUE
ONE. Bee Stings
TWO. The Silver Touch
THREE. In the Mountains
FOUR. Chalced
FIVE. The Bargain
SIX. Revelations
SEVEN. Beggar
EIGHT. Tintaglia
NINE. The Tarman
TEN. Bee’s Book
ELEVEN. Passage
TWELVE. The Liveship Paragon
THIRTEEN. Full Sails
FOURTEEN. Paragon’s Bargain
FIFTEEN. Trader Akriel
SIXTEEN. The Pirate Isles
SEVENTEEN. Serpent Spit
EIGHTEEN. Silver Ships and Dragons
NINETEEN. Another Ship, Another Journey
TWENTY. Belief
TWENTY-ONE. Under Sail
TWENTY-TWO. The Butterfly Cloak
TWENTY-THREE. Clerres
TWENTY-FOUR. Hand and Foot
TWENTY-FIVE. Bribes
TWENTY-SIX. Silver Secrets
TWENTY-SEVEN. Feather to Blade
TWENTY-EIGHT. Unsafe Harbour
TWENTY-NINE. Accusations
THIRTY. Barriers and a Black Banner
THIRTY-ONE. The Butterfly Man
THIRTY-TWO. A Way In
THIRTY-THREE. Candles
THIRTY-FOUR. Smoke
THIRTY-FIVE. Confrontations
THIRTY-SIX. Surprises
THIRTY-SEVEN. Touch
THIRTY-EIGHT. Ship of Dragons
THIRTY-NINE. The Vengeance
FORTY. Warm Water
FORTY-ONE. Vivacia’s Voyage
FORTY-TWO. Furnich
FORTY-THREE. Bingtown
FORTY-FOUR. Up the River
FORTY-FIVE. A Princess of the Farseers
FORTY-SIX. The Quarry
FORTY-SEVEN. A Wolf’s Heart
FORTY-EIGHT. Time
FORTY-NINE. Lies and Truths
FIFTY. The Mountains
BY ROBIN HOBB
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To Fitz and the Fool.
My best friends for over twenty years.
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She stalked away to where they had piled the packs and supplies they’d brought with them. There wasn’t much. They had fled Ellik’s attack with whatever they could hastily seize. Dwalia made herself a lumpy cushion from the packs and reclined on them with no thought for the comfort of the others. Reppin looked around slyly, and then spread out my opened coat before lying down on it and wrapping the excess around herself. Vindeliar stared at them, and then simply flopped down like a dog. He pillowed his broad head on his arms and stared dolefully at the fire. Alaria sat cross-legged, glaring at me. No one paid any attention to the Chalcedean. Hands over his head, he was dancing a sort of a jig in a circle, his mouth wide in mindless enjoyment of the ghost music. His brain might be dazed, but he was an excellent dancer.
I wondered where my father was. Did he think of me? Had Shun gone back to Withywoods to tell him that I’d been taken into a stone? Or did she die in the forest? If she had, he would never know what had become of me or where to look. I was cold, and very hungry. And so lost.
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