By Connie Suttle"Tsk, tsk," Erland muttered, shaking his head in mock sympathy. "Perhaps Lissa may still elevate the subject of Diplomatic Immunity on the Conclave."
"That, my pal, will be inadvisable. She is new and plenty of could be ready, as vultures do whilst an ox is dying."
"I recognize. from time to time, i think the necessity to hide myself in oil, simply to slip during the tripe and rubbish of Wylend's court docket. Lissa must deal with instances that after she is going to Conclave."
"I worry that no quantity of diplomatic oil will hold her from the surprise that's coming. she is going to be snubbed and mistreated via many, I worry. not just simply because she is a brand new monarch, yet simply because there's a fee on her head. such a lot might be putting as a lot distance among that and themselves as they could get. it's by no means clever to befriend person who is marked by way of 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 somebody with reference to her as an alternative. a value has been put on Lissa's head via Black Mist, an assassin's guild who've been paid by way of a reassembled sunlight pink. Throw in a spin-off faith, betrayal, a erroneous kidnapping and the Five-Year Conclave for the Reth Alliance, and you've got the seeds of conflict.