The Way of Shadows - Brent Weeks Ch. 39 (snippet)
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Andrew Hines reading The Way of Shadows by Brent Weeks 2008 Chapter 39. The regard in every stare This wasn't good news. Cuyler had made his way surreptitiously through the party, trying to look so ordinary that no one gave him a second glance. But it wasn't easy, especially doing it while keeping an eye out for Hugh Give it who most likely was doing the same thing. If you saw him, Cuyler would lose the only advantage he had. He made his way onto the back porch. Normally, he would have avoided it because it was liberally strolling with couples. If one thing was guaranteed to make you feel lonely, it was seeing other people kissing passionately in alcove in the moonlight. Now, though, Kyler was looking for a way to the second floor, a balcony hung just above the porch, and if he could figure out a route, he could climb to it quickly enough that no one would even notice. Of course, once he was upstairs, he'd still have to find the cookery, but he bet it was in the duchess's room. People like to keep their favorite jewels close. The wall had no trellises. But maybe he could jump off the rail involved out the wall high enough to grab the edge of the balcony Good 13 feet above. He could probably do it, but he'd have to get it on the first truck. If he fell, no one would be able to ignore the noise he made when he crashed through the rose bushes. Blow. Still, it's better than standing here. Skyler. Breathe deeply, Kyler. It was a woman's voice color. Hello. What are you doing here? Color turn guiltily. Sarah. Hello. She looked like she'd spent all day getting ready for the night. Her dress was modestly cut but classic, beautiful and obviously far more expensive than anything Count rate could afford. Well, Sarah, that dress. She smiled and glowed, but only for a moment. Logan's mother gave it to me. He turned and grabbed the rail across the river. Behind high walls, the castle towers gleamed in the moonlight as near an unreachable A Sarah herself. She came and stood beside him, she said, You know, Logan is going toe. I know she put her hand on hiss. He has her, and they looked into each other's eyes. I'm so confused cover. I want to say yes to him. I think I love him. But I also he sent her into his arms roughly during an arm around her back in a hand behind her neck. He pulled her to him and kissed her. For a moment, she gasped, and then she was kissing him back in the distance, as if all the way across the river. Somewhere in the castle, he heard a door slam, but so far away. Surely it didn't matter. Then he felt Sarah stiff in his arms and pull back a hand clap. Done. Cuyler shoulder. Not gently. What the **** are you doing? Logan shouted. Spending collar around. Has popped out of the Noxon porch. Went still. Cuyler saw the princess had among them something I should've done a long time ago. Color said. Your mind. No ****. The prince said he started trying to disentangle himself from the young blonde who had wrapped around him in an alcove collar, turned away from Logan as it to kiss area again. But Logan hold him back around collars. Fist came first and caught Logan on the jaw. The big man stumbled back and blinked his eyes. Sarah Shrinker away, horrified, but she was already for gotten. Logan came forward, his hand up like a proper boxer. Color dropped into an unarmed fighting stance, went their *** print. Logan came in and fought, as Cuyler knew he would honorably. His Bunches came in above the belt. Textbook jabs and hooks. He was fast. Why are faster than he appeared? But fighting in such a rule bound style, he might as well have been a cripple color woven among his punches, brushing them aside, falling back slowly, a crowd gathered in moments. Someone shouted that there was a fight and people started pouring outside the guards admirably enough. Where the first ones out, they moved forward to stop them. No, the Brent said. Let them fight. The guard stopped. Kyler was so surprised he didn't died in the next punch, knocked the wind out of him. He staggered back as Logan came in, his weight on his toes, crowding collar. Back against the railing, Cuyler gassed a few breasts, blocking his friend punches with difficulty. As his win return, a raid sucked over him. He bought the punch up duck beneath it and rained four quick punches on Logan's ribs. Siding away from the railing, Logan turn is up to gale through the air with a huge roundhouse stepping forward at the same time. Collar drop beneath the blow on foot to foot into Logan's pelvis. And so I'm taking a step. Logan found that his foot wasn't worried. He told it to be. He fell. Then Skylar's fist caught him across the face, and he crashed to the ground. Don't get up, Gather said. There's a stunned silence from the crowd, followed by murmurs. They'd never seen anything like what Kyler was doing. But however effective it was, it wasn't no one could command. While boxing. How didn't care. It diminishes immediately. Logan got up on his hands and knees, then on his knees, obviously about to stand God. It was just like the arena. Logan didn't know when to stay down. Cuyler kicked him in the side of the head, and he went down hard