Marching through mud just isn't as much fun as they say.
After
years of surviving in Adrilankha by practicing the trade I know
best – killing people for a living – suddenly I'm in the last place any
self-respecting assassin wants to be: the army. Worse, I'm right in the
middle of an apocalyptic battle between two sorcerous armies, and
everyone expects me to play a role they won't explain. All I've got
between me and the worst kind of death is my wits.
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