City of Ravens (Forgotten Realms: The Cities series)
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The City of Ravens
For the first time, Jack Ravenwild's designs exceed his talents. His ambitions plunge him into the middle of a plot to destroy the city, a noble quest to find a lost hoard, and a conspiracy to seize the reins of power through the nobility's Game of Masks. Worse yet, Jack must choose between a life of freedom and saving the city he doesn't even know he loves.
A new series of stand-alone novels, each set in one of the mighty cities of Faerûn.
smiled. “You’ve been unconscious for more than a week. We thought we would lose you.” Jack started to sit up, but the lightness in his head dissuaded him. He lay back down in the pillows. “A week? What happened?” “What do you remember?” “We were at the mythal stone. I used the ring of stone to shove Jelan into the mythal and then closed it on her. Then the water—” “Zandria teleported us away just in time. A moment more, and I fear we all would have been drowned. As it was, you barely
players. “Lords and ladies! The Lady Crane attempts the riddle!” “Jack, I’m not—” Illyth began to whisper. “You’ll do fine. Now, give them the answer.” Illyth swallowed and faced the crowd. She cast one more nervous glance at Jack, and then started. “My answer follows. The Red Lord is Buriz of Pentar. The Orange Lord is Fatim of Quarra. The Yellow Lord is Dubhil of Trile. The Green Lord is—” she checked her journal surreptitiously—“Carad of Dues. The Blue Lord is Erizum of Unen. The Purple
needle-sharp fangs and evil yellow eyes. The devil hovered in the air before him, flapping its leathery wings while its tail, armed with a venom-dripping barb, lashed back and forth angrily. “Slay them both,” the mage commanded with an imperious wave in the direction of Jack and Illyth. “Master Alcides, wait!” Illyth cried out. “I am Illyth Fleetwood—” The venomous devil beat its wings once, twice, and then it darted straight for her, stabbing with its barb just as a knife fighter might slash
eyes were deep and thoughtful. He tugged at his white wisp of a beard and spoke. “Consider this possibility, Ravenwild: for the great majority of people who seek to use magic, all that ‘mummery’ as you call it is required. But for certain special individuals—you, for instance—magic is something else entirely. Is that not every bit as likely as your assumption that there is a universal conspiracy subscribed to by every wizard on the face of the world?” “Perhaps,” Jack admitted, “but that would
“Why here? Why is it that a small number of people living in this city are simply blessed with inexplicable magic? Something about Raven’s Bluff instills magic in a small number of its citizens, apparently at random. And, in your case, the magic is quite versatile and strong.” “What does it all signify?” Illyth interrupted. “Where does this magic come from?” “It comes from a device that I call the wild mythal,” said Jelan. “Raven’s Bluff is built on top of Sarbreen. Sarbreen was built on top of