Since the War of Gods, the high gods have grown silent and distant. The Trickster, though, is still at large in the world, humbling the exalted and exalting the humble. And the Hand of the Trickster is the thief called Now You Don't.
He and his new crew are up for any challenge, whether it's stealing a book from Wisdom's library, dealing with a dark remnant from the War of Gods, or slipping the Grim Spear of the Inexorable Hand of Justice back into the heavily-guarded Justice Temple before it can be missed.
But can they truly rely on each other? Or will a tragic secret cause their most dangerous heist to fall apart?
Includes two bonus short stories, "Lock and Key" and "Wearing the Hat," previously published in The Sockdolager. Total word count: 41,000.
I had just lifted a plum off a market stall when the woman in the hooded cloak stepped up beside me and said, “Now You Don’t?”
I took a step back and glanced around, wondering if she was part of a squad of thief-takers. Who else would address me by my street name in the middle of the market?
“I’m not the law,” she muttered from the corner of her mouth. “The opposite, if anything. But let us not talk here.” She gave a tilt of her head indicating I should follow her, and strode off.
Confident, I thought. Hovering on the edge of arrogant.
Could be interesting.
I followed her discreetly out of the market square and down an alley, where a door had been left ajar. Inside, a shabby corridor led to a cramped room, and to the woman, now sitting on one of four worn wooden chairs, which were the only furniture. She had thrown back her hood, and although her face looked like she was in her early 30s, her hair was completely grey, tied up behind her head in a knot. A pair of spectacles sat on her nose, and under the dark cloak she wore plain, modest clothing in pale colors.
I turned another chair around and straddled it, conjured the plum, and bit into it, savoring the combination of sweet and tart. Juice ran down my hand, and I spoke a mild oath.
The woman’s mouth tightened. “You are the thief known as Now You Don’t?”
“What if I am?”
“I might have a job for you.”
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Translated by Elisa Pardini and Maria Giulia Cecchini
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