Beyond ​the Shadows (The Night Angel 3.) 8 csillagozás

Ah hell, she thinks I’m a eunuch! There was a nice dilemma. How does one interject into a polite
conversation, “By the way, in case you’re ever interested, I do have a penis.”?
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“If I could manage a disguise that convinced Yorbas Zurgah I’m a eunuch, I think I can warm your food.
Here.” And he warmed her gruel right then, hoping his I-do-have-a-penis was subtle enough

What had seemed simple—who can stop an invisible man from stealing?—was getting more complicated by the second. Who can stop an invisible man? A mage who can see invisible men.

“The blade burns to warn of danger or magic. The Dark Hunter is both.” So am I, Kylar thought.

Invisible, he simply walked past the sentries in their black tabards emblazoned with a golden sun: the pure light of reason beating back the darkness of superstition. Kylar grinned. The Lae’knaught were going to love the Night Angel.

“Have we met? There’s something about you that seems so familiar.”
“Actually, we did meet once.” During the coup. “I’m sorry I didn’t make more of an impression on you.” Six inches into your heart would have been about right.
“Well, we’ll remedy that.”
“Indeed.”

“So you’re the big wetboy,” the gap-toothed guard sneered. “You don’t look so tough when you don’t have a helpless woman shielding you.”
“Sorry I made you look bad,” Kylar said. Gap-tooth hit him in the stomach. “Please don’t hit me again,” Kylar said.
“You didn’t make us look bad, you murdering bastard.”
The captain said, “Don’t be an asshole, Lew. Of course he did.”
“Upstairs they’re making him sound like a god. Wetboy-this, wetboy-that. Look at ’im. He ain’t nothing.” Lew casually backhanded Kylar.
“Lew, I—” the captain cut off as Kylar disappeared. One by one the guards realized Kylar had vanished. There was dead silence for a moment. Then it was broken by the clang of manacles hitting the stone floor.
“Where the hell—”
“Sir! He’s gone!”
“Block the door! Block the—”
The cell door slammed closed with all the guards inside. The lock clicked. Kylar reappeared outside. Grinning, he waved the captain’s keys at them.
“That didn’t just happen,” one of them said.
“Tell me that didn’t just happen.” Another cursed under his breath. The rest still looked like they couldn’t believe it.
“Captain,” Kylar said, “will you please ask Lew not to strike me?”
The captain wet his lips. “Lew?”
“Yes, sir. Right, sir.”
Lew met Kylar’s gaze and quickly looked away. Kylar opened the cell door and the men shuffled out sheepishly.
“Should I, uh?” Lew asked, holding up the broken manacles. The captain swallowed.
“Uh, if you don’t mind, Master . . . um, Kagé?” Kylar put his wrists together. They put the manacles on him and walked out of the dungeons. No one said a word. No one laid a hand on him, either.

Kylar waved it off.
“Tell them thanks, but I’m not here ’cause I can’t escape.”
“I told them you’d say that. They said I’d get half for trying. I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish, but you’re crazy brave.”

“Form up! Hedgehog!” he shouted. “You fools, you’re being
beguiled! Hedgehog formation, damn you!”