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Mistress Needles said, “Then may we be in harmony, to the degree harmony exists in this cesspool of a universe. The sword’s presence may yet prove a desirable thing. For your freedom, Imago Bone, and that of the companion who brings you fear and pain, depends upon its destruction.”
Gaunt and Bone must resist a magic sword bending them toward propriety and decorum.
The Spider stepped out of the gate. She was a stooped woman with dark hair. The sockets in her face were empty and scarred over. She wore gloves that were cut off at the first knuckle. At each fingertip was a tiny glittering eye.
A city, a librarian, a sentinel, and a silhouette.
From the Archives:
Jeris was feeding the gargoyles when the bone-map rattled.