Mistress of the Night (Forgotten Realms: The Priests, Book 2)
Don Bassingthwaite, Dave Gross
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Second in a series of stand-alone adventures about the clerics of the Forgotten Realms world.
Mistress of the Night is the second title in this Forgotten Realms novel series that focuses specifically on priests, the popular D&D iconic class also known as clerics. Each title chronicles priests loyal to a different deity in the Forgotten Realms pantheon. Like the preceding series The Rogues, each novel in The Priests series is written as a stand-alone adventure, allowing new readers an easy entry point into the Forgotten Realms world.
might offend the natural-born fifth member of their family. Keph snorted under his breath. Who had they been trying to fool? Three black mastiffs with hides that gleamed like onyx rose from their haunches and growled as he approached the door. “Bah!” he spat. “It’s just me, you stupid chunks of rock!” He strode up to the door guardians and stuck out his hand. Two of the dogs growled louder, but one leaned forward cautiously, touching his skin with its cold stone nose. After a heartbeat, all
the buzz of their conversations. A few men and women, those closest to the stairs, looked up idly at the footman’s announcement—then looked again as they caught sight of Feena. She could understand their awe. When she first looked in a mirror after Julith had finished dressing her, she’d hardly been able to recognize her own reflection. Gone were the frilly blue dresses with layered crinolines that Dhauna Myritar favored and that Velsinore had insisted on squeezing Feena into. Julith had
enjoyed it!” Jarull gave him a sober look and said, “Variance wants to see you.” All of Keph’s swagger and bravado vanished. He slumped back against a wall. “Dark, Jarull.” He pushed his hands through his hair. “Did she say anything? Is she still angry?” Three nights past, as he, Talisk, Starne, and Baret had staggered through the depths of the Stiltways celebrating his revenge against Lyraene, Variance had descended on them like the wrath of Shar herself. For Baret, still trembling after the
trying to force her body to transform. Teeth clenched, she fought back the transformation as she snatched up a big silver platter from the counter and held it up like a shield. Reflected moonlight flashed back at Velsinore. Magic intended to affect a lycanthrope had no effect on her, but the sudden reflection of light was dazzling. Velsinore’s free hand shot up to block it and she glanced away out of instinct. In that brief moment, Feena jumped up on the counter and leaped at her with an angry
and threw himself into the shadows of a parlor. Pressed up against a wall, he tried to stifle his panting gasps. Scant thundering heartbeats later, he heard Strasus’s voice call, “Are we ready?” A small chorus answered him in the affirmative. “Then may Mystra ride with us!” Keph held his breath as footsteps raced down the grand staircase and across the entrance hall. The door opened—outside, the stone dogs whined in greeting at their master—and closed again. Keph released his breath, slid over