The second volume of the epic fantasy saga that began with The Hawk and His Boy takes us back to the story of the thief Jute. The emissaries of the Darkness have infiltrated the city of Hearne in search of him. Desperate to escape, the boy flees the city and heads into the wilderness of the north. But the ghosts of the past have other plans for him and, soon, Jute and his friends must choose between their own deaths or the destruction of the entire land. All the while, the mysterious lady Levoreth races against time in order to discover who is behind the schemes of the Darkness.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / EpicThe Shadow at the Gate, the second book in the Tormay Trilogy (The Hawk and His Boy, The Shadow at the Gate, and The Wicked Day) has collectively sold over 70,000 ebooks on Amazon with the other two books in the trilogy. All three have ranked from time to time as high as the top 20 on the Amazon Epic Fantasy Bestseller list.
Note: I would like to have The Hawk and His Boy translated first before The Shadow at the Gate.
CHAPTER ONE
A SUDDEN DEMOTION
The Knife drowsed in a chair behind the Stone Crow Inn after a breakfast of fried mushrooms, sausages, and eggs. He tilted the chair back against the wall. The view was not the best, but it was quiet. Several horses gazed at him solemnly from over the stable fence. He could smell hay and manure and the thick, warm scent that was horse. The morning sunshine was the color of honey. He shut his eyes. A memory floated through his mind, of his mother likening him to a lazy cat always seeking sunlight to sleep in. A reluctant smile crossed his face. He hadn’t thought of his mother in a long time.
Ronan would have fallen asleep had not someone cleared their throat nearby. It was a polite, apologetic sort of sound. Just out of boot’s reach, he reflected to himself. Pity. He opened one eye. Smede took a step back.
Ronan sighed. “Can’t it wait until next month?”
“The sun will be here another day,” said Smede.
“But I may not. Go away. You bother my digestion. If I were regent, there’d be less Smedes in this city.”
“One Smede will suffice,” said Smede. “However, as much as we’re both fascinated by myself, there’s no time for pleasantries. The Silentman requests the honor of your presence. As soon as is convenient for you, which is—”
“At once, no doubt?” said Ronan.
“Of course,” said Smede. The accountant followed him from the courtyard, smiling and rubbing his hands together. The horses gazed after them with placid eyes.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Giuseppe Raccosta
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Olalla Martínez Rodríguez and Isaac Álvarez Veiga
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Author review: Excellent translation. Quick and clear communication. Superb to work with. I highly recommend Olalla and Isaac. |
