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Luck in the Shadows: The Nightrunner Series, Book I [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Flewelling, Lynn
  • Author:  Flewelling, Lynn
  • ISBN-10:  0553575422
  • ISBN-10:  0553575422
  • ISBN-13:  9780553575422
  • ISBN-13:  9780553575422
  • Publisher:  Spectra
  • Publisher:  Spectra
  • Pages:  496
  • Pages:  496
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-1996
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-1996
  • SKU:  0553575422-11-MING
  • SKU:  0553575422-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100089697
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"A new star is rising in the fantasy firmament...teems with magic and spine-chilling amounts of skullduggery."–Dave Duncan, author ofThe Great Game

When young Alec of Kerry is taken prisoner for a crime he didn’t commit, he is certain that his life is at an end. But one thing he never expected was his cellmate. Spy, rogue, thief, and noble, Seregil of Rhiminee is many things–none of them predictable. And when he offers to take on Alec as his apprentice, things may never be the same for either of them. Soon Alec is traveling roads he never knew existed, toward a war he never suspected was brewing. Before long he and Seregil are embroiled in a sinister plot that runs deeper than either can imagine, and that may cost them far more than their lives if they fail. But fortune is as unpredictable as Alec’s new mentor, and this time there just might be…Luck in the Shadows.Lynn Flewelling grew up in Presque Isle, Maine. Since receiving a degree in English from the University of Maine in 1981, she has studied veternary medicine at Oregon State, classical Greek at Georgetown University, and worked as a personnel generalist, landlord, teacher, necropsy technician, advertising copywriter, and freelance journalist, more or less in that order. She currently lives in western New York.1
LUCK IN THE SHADOWS
 
Asengai’s torturers were regular in their habits—they always left off at sunset. Chained again in his corner of the drafty cell, Alec turned his face to the rough stone wall and sobbed until his chest ached.
 
An icy mountain wind sighed through the grating overhead, carrying with it the sweet scent of snow to come. Still weeping, the boy burrowed deeper into the sour straw. It scratched painfully against the welts and bruises that bloomed across his bare skin, but it was better than nothing and all he had.
 
He was alone now. They’d hanged the miller yesterday andlÓ+

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