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Falcon's Shadow [Shanna series] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Diana L. Paxson
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Sometimes it was the husband, and sometimes the wife who was lost. "Is it ever the brother who is enchanted in these tales?" wondered Shanna. She knew her brother Janos had reached the city, but had he--merely one of many youthful royal princes from the provinces--been clever and wise enough to survive the city's king-making, when the ultimate survivor was the Emperor she served?
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Sword & Sorceress 10, 1993
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2008
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [204 KB], eReader (PDB) [27 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [22 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [21 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [71 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [93 KB], hiebook (KML) [82 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [59 KB], iSilo (PDB) [19 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [24 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [57 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [35 KB]
Words: 6788
Reading time: 19-27 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
The woman stared, pupils dilating until her eyes seemed wells of shadow, then she shook herself and a little betraying color stained her sallow cheeks.
"Forgive me," she murmured. "I thought you were someone I knew." She pushed back a tendril of hennaed hair.
Shanna felt her hear begin to pound. She had expected to interview a dozen dancers--had the Goddess led her to someone who had known Janos at last?
"Perhaps," she said gently. "I look like someone--No, I have not come to hurt you!" she added as a sudden movement took Kilijan across the room. "I need information, and I will pay...."
Some of the tension went out of the dancer's body. She sighed, swept up a soiled caftan of peach colored silk from a pile of similar garments, and swathed herself in its folds. Brocaded mantles were piled on the low bed, tinseled scarves draped over a sagging screen. But the carpet beneath them was worn and there was dust in the corners. A scent of stale perfume hung heavily in the room.
"I am only a poor dancer," she answered, sinking in a single, unjointed movement to a cushion on the floor. "What could a dancing girl know that would interest a woman warrior like you?"
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