The God Catcher: Ed Greenwood Presents Waterdeep
Erin M. Evans
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Walk the line between magic and madness in Erin M. Evan’s passionate story about the dragons of the City of Splendors...
Tennora would give anything to be a wizard. And Clytemorrenestrix, a strange woman with uncanny blue eyes, whose name means “She Will Thunder in the Sky,” and who claims to be a dragon, promises to make her just that–in return for aid in returning her to her true form. But soon after Tennora seals the deal, a bounty hunter presses a note into her hands claiming the dragon woman is actually a human–a violent, criminally insane human who murders those who fail her.
The God Catcher is gripping tale of identity, intrigue, and obsession set in the classic City of Splendors and presented by Forgotten Realms® campaign setting creator and celebrated author Ed Greenwood. You don’t want to miss out on this exciting glimpse into what the latest edition of the Realms has to offer.
the candlelight caught the gleam of gold. Tennora reached into the false bottom and drew out a long chain, gold with tiny perfect pearls strung on every third link. A trio of pendants hung from it—two intricate cameos of a man and a woman facing a clear, buttery-colored gem ringed by still more pearls. Tennora forgot to breathe a moment. Between the piece’s artistry and the fact that the man’s profile had a decidedly Adarbrent family nose—long and pointed—it should not have been where it was.
She remembered how angry her mother had been when eight-year-old Tennora had shown her how she could make a coin disappear after one of the pantry jacks had shown her some sleight of hand—the beginnings of her love affair with magic. Liferna’s face had gone red. She’d demanded to know where Tennora had learned the trick and said it wasn’t kind of her to lie to people. Frightened, Tennora had dropped the coin from her sleeve and was in the midst of confessing all, when her father came in from the
think about her parents. Neither of them would have been too happy with her, but right then, she wasn’t too happy with them either. As devastated as she’d been when she’d lost her mother, the realization that the woman who lay beside Tennora’s father in the Hedare family tomb was as good as a stranger left her aching anew. And still, there was the problem of Nestrix. Tennora thought about alerting the Watch—but what good would that do? She was as much a criminal, as far as they knew, as
a curious smile. “Rhinzen Halnian?” he asked. “Tymora must be laughing.” She nodded, with a little smile of her own, as if they were sharing a joke. He clearly thought they were. “He hasn’t done me any favors lately,” she said vaguely. “He doesn’t think much of us and our ilk,” Ferremo said. Her heart was pounding. Ferremo knew Rhinzen, which meant her old master might have been harmed by the dragon and his lovac. Or he’s been helping them, she thought. “I can’t make any promises,” Ferremo
chaos of the gate and looking up at the towers of Waterdeep. A woman he’d been hunting for the last fourteen months. That had been a day and a half earlier. Sitting in the corner of a hearth-house, cooling his heels and picking the last strings of meat from the bones of his dinner, Veron walked himself through what had gone wrong at the gate and what could easily go wrong when he found her again. He pushed his plate back, and picked the saltcellar up from the table. If he was the saltcellar,