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The first volume of this epic series, "Thieves'
Enas Yorl, (magician and involuntary shape changer); Jubal, (ex-gladiator and slave who is now a pillar of the community who made money selling slaves); |
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 No, the Hell Hounds weren't stupid.
Tough, excellent swordsmen and seasoned veterans, they seldom
set foot in the Maze, and never entered the Vulgar Unicorn. On
the west side of town, it was said that one only came here if
he was seeking death . . . or selling it. As rational men, the
Hell Hounds were unlikely to put in an appearance at the Maze's
most notorious tavern. |
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 Thieves, harlots, godlings, hired
swords and sorcerous beings beyond imagining luck in the shadows
of Sanctuary--the seediest town in the Rankan Empire--and each
of them has a tale to tell. Join our authors as they tell us
stories of those who live and die in the infamous town of Sanctuary.
But be warned: keep one hand on your money and the other on your
sword; in Sanctuary they play for keeps! |
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 It was dusk when Hakiem emerged
from the Wine Barrel. Lengthening shadows hid the decay he had
noticed earlier. On an impulse, the storyteller decided to walk
along the piers before returning to the Maze. The rich smells
of the ocean filled his nostrils and a slight breeze snatched
at his robes as ahe digested Omat's story. The disappearance
of the Old Man and his son was but the latest in a series of
unusual occurrences: the war brewing to the north; the raid on
Jubal's estate; and athe disappearance and later reappearance
of both Tempus and One-Thumb - all were like the rumble of distant
thunder hearalding a tempest of monumetal plroportions. Omat
had said the storm season was months off, but not all storms
were forged by nature. Something was coming; the storyteller
could feel it in the air and see it in the faces of the people
on the streets - though he could no more have put a name to it
than they could have. |
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 "The Face of Chaos will laugh
at us all before the cycle completes it's turn". The words
were barely audible above the dine of the bazaar, but they caught
the ear of Illyra, stopping her in her tracks. Ignoring her husband's
puzzled glance, she made her way into the crowds in search of
the source of the voice. Though only half S'danzo, the cards
were still her trade and she owed it to her clan to discover
any intruders into their secrets. |
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 Where do wizards, bards, and unicorns
mingle with murderers, thugs, and thieves? In the city of Sanctuary.
The inhabitants spend their time brawling, drinking, conjuring,
fishing, making love, and, of course, cheating each other and
stealing. Be prepared to visit the city where everybody carries
at leaqst one knife, and even pet birds and cats are trained
killers. |
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For the second and additional
publishings of Thieves' World a new set of covers was designed
by Gary Ruddell.
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World" invites you to the
infamous city,"Sanctuary", the gathering place for
One Thumb, (crooked bartender at The Vulgar Unicorn);