Perfect Shadow: A Night Angel Novella by Brent Weeks Read Free Book Online Page A

Gaelan left a pile of coins on the table and nodded to the serving man. “I’ll have to kill the Shinga. I know.”
    Ben’s head slumped to the table.
    * * *
    Shirtless, Gaelan Starfire was arming.
    On the opposite side of the room, Gwinvere Kirena was dressing.
    He held up a light gray tunic mottled with black to his chest. Looked at it in the mirror. Rejected it for a black tunic mottled with gray.
    She held up a fiery red dress to her chest. Looked at it in the mirror. Rejected it for a sapphire blue that was lower cut.
    He strapped a pair of throwing knives to one muscular thigh.
    She pulled a silk stocking up one shapely thigh.
    He pulled a weapons harness around his shoulders, knotted it tight.
    She took a deep breath as a servant cinched her corset.
    He clipped his mask around his neck.
    She clipped a jeweled necklace around hers.
    He slid a knife into a wrist sheath.
    She spritzed perfume on her wrist.
    He looked at her in his mirror and found her looking at him in hers. He was an Angel of Death. She was a goddess.
    He bowed to the mirror. “Good luck tonight, my lady.” She curtsied, face grave. “Good luck, Master Starfire.” She didn’t say my lord . But then, she wouldn’t.
    He jumped out the window.

    * * *
    Gaelan jumped across a narrow alley, landed on the peak of a crumbling inn’s roof, ran across the narrow beam like an acrobat, jumped and fell six paces onto a lower, flat roof.
    “I am Sa’kagé, a lord of the shadows. I claim the shadows that the Shadow may not.” The clouds broke over the city. A giant crack of thunder. Downpour.
    “I am the strong arm of deliverance. I am Shadowstrider. I am the Scales of Justice. I am He-Who-Guards-Unseen. I am Shadowslayer. I am Nameless.” He jumped into one of the few standing sections of an ancient aqueduct. Quick footsteps in the rain puddling in that venerable stone waterway. Leapt.
    Below, a rich carriage pulled by four horses was rattling through the streets.
    “The befouled shall not go unpunished.”
    Landed on a mouldering thatch roof, had to scramble on all fours to keep from slipping off as the stuff tore apart.
    “My way is hard, but I serve unbroken. In ignobility, nobility. In shame, honor. In darkness, light. I will do justice and love mercy.” The man in the carriage was one of the Nine, the Cenarian Sa’kagé’s master of coin, Count Rimbold Drake. Brilliant young man, perceptive but not ambitious. He’d stumbled into his position on the Nine by his sheer competence. Gwinvere didn’t believe he cared who was the Shinga. So this was mercy.
    Gaelan jumped across the street directly above the carriage. He flipped and whipped a knife downward at incredible speed.
    The blade punched through the carriage’s roof. It quivered in the carriage seat between Count Drake’s legs.
    Count Drake gaped at the hole in the carriage roof, dribbling rain. The dagger was an inch from his groin. There was a note tied around the dagger’s handle.
    The count took the note. The words were written in a tight, angular hand: “Not A Miss.”

    * * *
    Gaelan watched the men guarding one entrance to the Chamber of Nine. There were at least six entrances he knew, but this one was the most direct. Three of the men were simple bashers – just muscle to stop passersby from entering the wrong alley. Men good in a brawl.
    Will you serve me in this?
    Gaelan pulled the shadows around himself and crawled, clinging to a thatch roof, keeping a low profile.
    ~She’s not a good woman. You must know that.~
    Three archers squinted against the downpour, doing their best to protect their bowstrings under their cloaks.
    No, but she’s the least bad.
    Two spotters stood on balconies, one studying the street, the other looking over the roofs.
    ~Giving power to the bad to fight the evil. A devil’s argument.~
    Gaelan reached the edge of the building. Two more bashers were right underneath him. I am a devil.
    ~It was to you Jorsin Alkestes administered the Oath of