The Harp Of Imach Thyssel: A Lyra Novel - Plot & Excerpts
by retrieving his dagger, wiping it carefully, and returning it to its sheath. Then he crossed to the nearest body and removed the spiked throwing weapon. “What are those things?” Emereck said. “They’re called raven’s-feet.” Kensal plucked another of the black spiky-looking things from the next Syask’s throat and held it out for Emereck’s inspection. Emereck swallowed and took it. It was deceptively simple. A small steel ball formed the center from which four slender spikes protruded, each as long as Emereck’s middle finger. The spikes were arranged so that no matter how the thing was dropped, it would rest on three of them with the fourth pointing straight up. One of the spikes was wet with blood. Hastily, Emereck handed it back, and Kensal went on with his task. “Do you want your arrow?” Kensal asked Liana when he had collected his arsenal. “No,” Liana said. “I never want to see it again.” Kensal turned and studied her. “It’s not the fault of the arrow that the man is dead.”
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