Title: Best Left in the Shadows (Echoes of the Ascended, #3)
Release Date: 15th November 2015
“I can’t help it! I’m addicted!” – Rachel, Paein and Ms4Tune.
“Why you should read it: One of the most engaging and well written fantasy novellas I’ve ever read!” – Kira’s NetGalley Book Blog.
“Swashbuckling mystery! Nope, there are no pirates in this book, but the word “swashbuckling” came to mind while I was reading it. Must be because the story has scenes in docks, canals, dark alleys, and brothels. Plus there are battles involving swords, knives and a big ass scythe being handled by a kickass heroine.” – Leah, White Sky Project.
ECHOES OF THE ASCENDED, #3: BEST LEFT IN THE SHADOWS
A Highside girl. Beaten. Murdered. Her body found on a Lowside dock. A magistrate comes looking for answers. For justice.
Alys trades and sells secrets among the gangs and factions of Lowside. She is a daughter of the underworld. Bold. Cunning. Free. When an old lover asks for help, she agrees. For a price.
Together, they travel into the dark heart of the underworld in search of a killer.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you, Alys?”
Alys smiled, reclining on the floor of the skiff, and shrugged. “What more could a girl ask for than a lovely moonlight canal ride?” she asked.
“Of course, now that we’ve entered the Sumpworks, we can’t see the moon. And the water smells like rotting fish and a week’s worth of shit.
But still…” She closed her eyes and waved a hand lazily in the air. “Lovely.”
“You’re the one who took us this route, remember?”
“That’s because I remember your fondness for slumming it,” Alys replied. There was a slight edge to her voice, and Dax recognized the shot for what it was.
There was a time he would have snapped back, railing against her insinuation. But not tonight. He was here to do a job, and he needed Alys for it, and the memories of the past, sweet and suffering alike, would only complicate things. And Lydia Ashdown deserved more than that.
The girl was dead and he would be damned sure to find out who had done it and why.
And yet, he could not stop looking at Alys. She seemed more beautiful, more alive than he could ever remember. She had changed her hair.
It was longer now, beads and ribbons woven into braids that writhed like serpents when she moved. But those eyes, dark and full of secrets, were still the same as they had always been, and they pulled him to her, just as they always had. Since the moment she had walked onto the docks, he wanted to reach out and hold her the way he once had.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he held his tongue and pushed them through the shit and water and focused on the present.