But there was another kind of hunger that drove me too, a hunger for answers that were not as easily plucked from the wares of a bloated lord. The twisting alleyways, tunnels, and catwalks were where I learned my trade, and my stomach was my relentless taskmaster. I perfected my craft, playing the quarterlords and merchants against one another as if I was a musician and they were crude drums rumbling beneath my hands, making one boast to another that I had never pulled anything over on him, making them all feel so very smart, even as I relieved them of items I could put to better use elsewhere. But just as useful as the shadows was knowing the strategies of street politics and personalities. A few even rubbed hidden amulets when they saw me coming.
To them, I was the Shadowmaker, because even at high noon, they swore, I could conjure a shadow to swallow me up. The eight quarterlords who dispensed the punishment for stealing had a different name for me and growled when they saw me coming.
A complete set of fingers was legendary for a thief, or an alleged thief, because if I had ever been caught with stolen goods, my nickname would have been Nine. A new novel set in the New York Times-bestselling Remnant Chronicles universe, in which Kazi, a reformed thief, and Jase, the young leader of an outlaw dynasty lock wits in a battle that may cost them their lives-and their hearts.
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