Servant of the Shard (Forgotten Realms: The Sellswords, Book 1)
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With each kill, I grow wiser, and with added wisdom, I grow stronger.
Powerful assassin Artemis Entreri tightens his grip on the streets of Calimport, driven by the power of his hidden drow supporters. But his sponsor Jarlaxle grows ever more ambitious, and Entreri struggles to remain cautious and in control. Soon, the power of the malevolent Crystal Shard grows greater than them both, threatening to draw them into a vast web of treachery from which there will be no escape.
congratulated. “You saved us both.” “Well, you at least,” Jarlaxle replied, and Entreri looked back at him curiously, to see the drow waggling the fingers of one hand against his cheek, showing off a reddish-gold ring that Entreri had not noticed before. “It was just a fireball,” Jarlaxle said with a grin. Entreri nodded and returned that grin, wondering if there was anything, anything at all, that Jarlaxle was not prepared for. CHAPTER BALANCING PRUDENCE AND DESIRE 20 Gord Abrix
gain is at odds with their given mission, but that was not the case here. I must examine this more carefully. Perhaps there are better avenues toward our desired goal.” The voice started to respond, but the drow mercenary cut short the dialogue, shutting it out. The abruptness of that dismissal reminded Crenshinibon that its respect for the dark elf was well-placed. This Jarlaxle was as strong of will and as difficult to beguile as any wielder the ancient sentient artifact had ever known, even
Rassiter the wererat. Sharlotta knew that, and Entreri knew she knew it. It did occur to the assassin that perhaps Sharlotta, Rai-guy, and Kimmuriel were correct in their apparent assessment that Crenshinibon was having unfavorable influences on Jarlaxle, that the artifact was leading the cunning mercenary in a direction that could spell doom for Bregan D’aerthe’s surface ambitions. That hardly mattered to Entreri, of course, who wasn’t sure the retreat of the dark elves back to Menzoberranzan
cannot believe our rise in power,” Kimmuriel argued. “Some have proclaimed that we will dominate the surface world, that Jarlaxle will take Bregan D’aerthe to prominence among the weakling humans, and return in glory to conquer Menzoberranzan.” Rai-guy laughed aloud at the proclamation. “The artifact is powerful, I do not doubt, but it is limited. Did not the mind flayer tell you that Crenshinibon sought to reach its limit of control?” “Whether or not the fantasy conquest can occur is
that. Not in his present incarnation, at least, but is there hope that the man will find a light beneath the murderous form of the assassin? Perhaps, and I would be glad indeed to hear that the man so embraced that light. In truth, though, I doubt that anyone or anything will ever be able to pull that lost flame of compassion through the thick and seemingly impenetrable armor of dispassion that Artemis Entreri now wears. —Drizzt Do’Urden CHAPTER A DARK NOTE ON A SUNNY DAY 16 Danica