The Death of Dulgath (The Riyria Chronicles, #3)

by Michael J. Sullivan

“Wrap this around you.” Gwen handed him the blanket. “We’ve seen enough of your nobility for one day.”

A terrible way to live. What good is a world—what is the point of living—if generosity and kindness are myths?

Tasha helped with brewing the poison, and Wag rolled out his beer—was real sad about that—you

It's me

along with a woman with short brown hair, a friendly smile, and a fetching hat.

me, I've been tuckerized

“I’ll tell Asher he’s got patients,” the woman with the hat said and hurried off through the deserted market. “Thanks, Tasha.” Scarlett climbed off the wagon.

Asher, the dale’s physician, had arrived with Tasha.

“Scarlett, Tasha, can you go ask Gill and Wagner to saddle our horses?” Hadrian asked.

C’mon, Tasha, the boys want to be alone for a while.”

Tasha was there, too, standing behind Asher and peering over the doctor’s shoulder.

Even if that means they don’t pick up the book, that’s fine. I realize that no book is a good fit for everyone, and I’d rather have that reader go on to find a different book they can love, than spend time reading my book that turned out not to be a good fit for their particular tastes.