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Caine Black Knifeby Matthew Stover
Synopses & Reviews
RETREAT FROM THE BOEDECKEN (partial)
You are CAINE (featured Actor: Pfnl. Hari Michaelson)
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The dirt-colored cloud spreads wide, hugging the horizon, draining into hollows of the distant hills. That's them, I say to no one in particular. The bloody sun behind my left shoulder stains cloud and hills together, and the shadow of the escarpment overhead spreads like oil across the badlands. Tizarre stares. Her face goes pinched, and her knuckles whiten on the scabbard of her broadsword. You're sure? How can you be sure? I could quote Sun Tzu at her: Dust high and sharp will be chariots. Dust low and wide is infantry, but instead I shrug and hand her the monocular. If Sun Tzu had ever seen infantry like this, he would've crapped his silk fucking pajamas. Tizarre puts the monocular to her eye, and what's left of her color drains out of her cheeks. Shapes in the cloud... A whisper. “A lot of them.” I nod at Rababˆl. Maybe you want to have a look, huh? Platinum ﬂashes in the ﬂick-ﬂick-ﬂick of the coin-size disk that appears, disappears, and appears again between Rababˆl's stubby ﬁngers: this is what he does instead of thinking. His jowls, gone slack and sweat-streaked through the grey-coating dust, belie his carelessly nimble hands. We have only a tendays' supplies. We cannot afford any delay; our backers- “Aren’t about to get assboned by a couple hundred ogrilloi. Unlike, say, us. I lean on the parapet and look down into the rumpled badlands. If that band weren't coming here, we could have maybe broken camp and scattered into the wadis. Maybe.”
Get away? You mean retreat? Run? Flee? Marade gives me a reproachful stare I can see upside down in her impressively curved cuirass. Must have caught her at prayer: she's in full armor, and I can’t pretend I don’t like the look. She gives whole new meaning to the word breastplate. The twist of scorn on her face favors her-S&M cheesecake on steroids. I would dislike to use the C-word–
“My name's a C-word.”
Her sudden booming laugh spills blond hair down her back. The hair's almost as shiny as her armor, and I can’t help thinking one more time that I could really kinda get into her if she ever gave me look one. Those thighs... man. She could crush my pelvis like a biscuit. But we cannot let them simply drive us like woodcocks, can we? Without a single engagement?
You'd know more than me about wood cocks. Her smile slips a little. Sure: dyke jokes. Brilliant. That’ll make her like me. “One engagement is all we'll get.
We have more than two dozen men under arms-”
“Porters with swords.”
Pretornio, fumbling within his cassock: With the Skills of Dal'kannith Wargod, those porters-
“Sure. Those porters.” I make a face. You think they're looking to ﬁght ogrilloi on ﬁve royals a month? They’re just hired labor.
The platinum disk suddenly stills. Need I point out- Rababˆl's scowl probably used to really impress teenage a
A street thug turned superstar and master assassin, Caine has become a living legend because of his single-handed extermination of the fierce Black Knives, in an action-packed adventure that reveals the truth behind the myth. By the author of Blade of Tyshalle and Heroes Die. Original. 25,000 first printing.
In Heroes Die and Blade of Tyshalle, Matthew Stover created a new kind of fantasy novel, and a new kind of hero to go with it: Caine, a street thug turned superstar, battling in a future where reality shows take place in another dimension, on a world where magic exists and gods are up close and personal. In that beautiful, savage land, Caine is an assassin without peer, a living legend born from one of the highest-rated reality shows ever made. That season, Caine almost single-handedly defeated–and all but exterminated–the fiercest of all tribes: the Black Knives. But the shocking truth of what really took place during that blood-drenched adventure has never been revealed . . . until now.
Thirty years later, Caine returns to the scene of his greatest triumph–some would say greatest crime–at the request of his adopted brother Orbek, the last of the true Black Knives. But where Caine goes, danger follows, and he soon finds himself back in familiar territory: fighting for his life against impossible odds, with the fate of two worlds hanging in the balance.
Just the way Caine likes it.
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