Chapters (54)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Maps
- Chapter 1 - An Evening’s Entertainment
- Chapter 2 - Night Work
- Chapter 3 - Beka Cavish
- Chapter 4 - Alec Gets a Bit of Exercise
- Chapter 5 - Whispers in the Dark
- Chapter 6 - Ulia
- Chapter 7 - Wheel Street
- Chapter 8 - A Glittering Evening
- Chapter 9 - Patrons of the Arts
- Chapter 10 - Teus
- Chapter 11 - Sin and Sociability
- Chapter 12 - Strangers in the Night
- Chapter 13 - The Golden Crane
- Chapter 14 - Making an Impression
- Chapter 15 - Rubbing Shoulders with Royalty
- Chapter 16 - Complexities
- Chapter 17 - Intrigue
- Chapter 18 - Brader
- Chapter 19 - Picnics and Partisans
- Chapter 20 - Reports
- Chapter 21 - How to Burgle a Friend
- Chapter 22 - Change of Plans
- Chapter 23 - Malthus
- Chapter 24 - Spies in the Ranks
- Chapter 25 - Inside Work
- Chapter 26 - Lord Seregil Distinguishes Himself
- Chapter 27 - Valerius Investigates
- Chapter 28 - Ruby Lane
- Chapter 29 - Accusations
- Chapter 30 - An Unexpected Turn of Foul Luck
- Chapter 31 - Hunting Ravens
- Chapter 32 - Stealth and Stones
- Chapter 33 - In the Ravens’ Wake
- Chapter 34 - A Night at the Theater
- Chapter 35 - From Bad to Worse
- Chapter 36 - Honor
- Chapter 37 - The Hunt, Interrupted
- Chapter 38 - Grief
- Chapter 39 - News from the North
- Chapter 40 - Basket Street
- Chapter 41 - Mika
- Chapter 42 - Plenimar
- Chapter 43 - Nightrunning
- Chapter 44 - Luck in the Shadows
- Chapter 45 - Life, Death, and Magic
- Chapter 46 - Phoria’s Return
- Chapter 47 - Watermead
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Other Books by This Author
Title Page
Copyright
Casket of Souls is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Spectra eBook Edition
Copyright © 2012 by Lynn Flewelling
Published in the United States by Spectra, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
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Grateful acknowledgment is made to Jennifer Crow for permission to reprint “The Hour of Blue Leaves” by Jennifer Crow, copyright © 2010 by Jennifer Crow. Reprinted by permission.
eISBN: 978-0-345-53023-3
Map by Virginia Norey
Cover art: © Michael Komarck
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Maps
Chapter 1 - An Evening’s Entertainment
Chapter 2 - Night Work
Chapter 3 - Beka Cavish
Chapter 4 - Alec Gets a Bit of Exercise
Chapter 5 - Whispers in the Dark
Chapter 6 - Ulia
Chapter 7 - Wheel Street
Chapter 8 - A Glittering Evening
Chapter 9 - Patrons of the Arts
Chapter 10 - Teus
Chapter 11 - Sin and Sociability
Chapter 12 - Strangers in the Night
Chapter 13 - The Golden Crane
Chapter 14 - Making an Impression
Chapter 15 - Rubbing Shoulders with Royalty
Chapter 16 - Complexities
Chapter 17 - Intrigue
Chapter 18 - Brader
Chapter 19 - Picnics and Partisans
Chapter 20 - Reports
Chapter 21 - How to Burgle a Friend
Chapter 22 - Change of Plans
Chapter 23 - Malthus
Chapter 24 - Spies in the Ranks
Chapter 25 - Inside Work
Chapter 26 - Lord Seregil Distinguishes Himself
Chapter 27 - Valerius Investigates
Chapter 28 - Ruby Lane
Chapter 29 - Accusations
Chapter 30 - An Unexpected Turn of Foul Luck
Chapter 31 - Hunting Ravens
Chapter 32 - Stealth and Stones
Chapter 33 - In the Ravens’ Wake
Chapter 34 - A Night at the Theater
Chapter 35 - From Bad to Worse
Chapter 36 - Honor
Chapter 37 - The Hunt, Interrupted
Chapter 38 - Grief
Chapter 39 - News from the North
Chapter 40 - Basket Street
Chapter 41 - Mika
Chapter 42 - Plenimar
Chapter 43 - Nightrunning
Chapter 44 - Luck in the Shadows
Chapter 45 - Life, Death, and Magic
Chapter 46 - Phoria’s Return
Chapter 47 - Watermead
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Other Books by This Author
Maps
Chapter 1 - An Evening’s Entertainment
SEREGIL hadn’t been sure what to expect—or rather, he hadn’t expected much. This sweltering, run-down little theater in Basket Street used to cater to merchants of middling means with aspirations to culture, but who had neither the purse nor polish for the likes of the Tirari in the Street of Lights across the city. This place had been shuttered last he knew. The proscenium’s faded paint was peeling, its gilt dull, and the footlights flickered in the draft. Only the scrim behind the stage was new, expertly painted to suggest a dark, forbidding forest.