Chapters (43)
- Acknowledgements
- Preface to Gardens of the Moon redux
- DRAMATIS PERSONAE
- Gardens of the Moon
- Prologue
- BOOK ONE – PALE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- BOOK TWO - DARUJHISTAN
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- BOOK THREE - THE MISSION
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- BOOK FOUR- ASSASSINS
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- BOOK FIVE - THE GADROBI HILLS
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- BOOK SIX - THE CITY OF BLUE FIRE
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- BOOK SEVEN - THE FÊTE
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- GLOSSARY
- TITLES AND GROUPS
- ASCENDANTS
- THE WORLD OF SORCERY
- PLACE NAMES
- DARUJISTAN AND ENVIRONS
Frowning, Baruk waved a hand. 'Bring them in.'
'Yes, Lord.'
Rake entered, holding a dog-sized winged creature by the nape of its neck. The creature twisted and hissed, then turned pleading eyes to Baruk.
'This thing was following me here,' Rake said. 'Yours?'
Startled, Baruk managed a nod.
'I thought as much,' Rake said, releasing the demon to flap across the room and land at the alchemist's slippered feet.
Baruk gazed down on it. The demon was trembling.
Rake strode to a chair and sat, stretching out his long legs. 'A busy night,' he said.
Baruk gestured and the demon vanished with a faint popping sound. 'Indeed,' he said, his voice hard. 'My servant was on a mission. I had no idea it would involve you.' He went to stand before the Tiste Andii. 'Why were you in the middle of an assassin war?'
'Why not?' Rake answered. 'I started it.'
'What?'
He smiled up at Baruk. 'You don't know the Empress as well as I do, Baruk.'
'Please explain.' Colour had risen in the alchemist's face.
Rake looked away. 'Tell me this, Baruk,' he said, turning to meet the alchemist's gaze, 'who in this city is most likely to be aware of your secret council? And who might benefit the most from your removal? And, most importantly, who in this city is capable of killing you?'
Baruk did not answer immediately. He walked slowly to the table, where a newly painted map had been laid out. He leaned over it, hands resting on the edge. 'You suspect the Empress might seek out Vorcan,' he said. 'A contract to offer.'
'On you and the rest of the High Mages,' Rake said, behind him. 'The Empress has sent a Claw here, not so much to worry your city's defences, but to establish contact with the Master Assassin. I wasn't entirely certain that I was right in this, but I meant to prevent that contact.'
Baruk's eyes remained on the map's red wash. 'So you sent your own assassins to wipe out her Guild. To flush her out.' He faced Rake. 'And then what? Kill her? All on the basis of some suspicion of yours?'
'This night,' Rake said calmly, 'we prevented the Claw from making that contact. Your demon's report will confirm this. Besides, you aren't suggesting that the death of Vorcan and the decimation of the city's assassins is a bad thing, are you?'