By Connie Suttle
"Tsk, tsk," Erland muttered, shaking his head in mock sympathy. "Perhaps Lissa may still bring up the subject of Diplomatic Immunity on the Conclave."
"That, my buddy, will be inadvisable. She is new and lots of can be ready, as vultures do while an ox is dying."
"I comprehend. from time to time, i believe the necessity to hide myself in oil, simply to slip in the course of the tripe and rubbish of Wylend's courtroom. Lissa should cope with occasions that once she is going to Conclave."
"I worry that no quantity of diplomatic oil will maintain her from the surprise that's coming. she is going to be snubbed and mistreated by means of many, I worry. not just simply because she is a brand new monarch, yet simply because there's a rate on her head. so much may be putting as a lot distance among that and themselves as they could get. it's by no means clever to befriend one that is marked through the Assassin's Guild. that's frequently a demise ready to happen."
Death has come to Le-Ath Veronis. A would-be murderer, aiming at Lissa, kills anyone with regards to her in its place. a value has been put on Lissa's head through Black Mist, an assassin's guild who've been paid via a reassembled sunlight pink. Throw in a spin-off faith, betrayal, a inaccurate kidnapping and the Five-Year Conclave for the Reth Alliance, and you have got the seeds of warfare.