A bird in the hand is worth a dragon's horde…
For a thief, getting caught is never a good thing. But when a wizard coerces a man into stealing a mythical prize, threatens his very life, and compels him to cooperate with his worst enemy—well, a man's got to do what he's told. Until, of course, he can think of a better plan.
Not every prize is all it’s cracked up to be.
I am Crow, and I am a thief.
Not just any thief, mind, but the best and most famous thief in all the glittering empire. Ask anyone. Ask Tanris, who’s hunted me all these years and never pinched so much as a tail feather.
Ask Baron Duzayan, the scheming wizard who convinced me to steal a myth.
I always said you couldn’t trust a wizard, and Duzayan is a stellar warning against the breed. He took my beautiful Tarsha. He poisoned me. And he gave me to Tanris.
He shouldn’t have done that. I’ll fetch his silly trinket, then I’ll be back to ruin him—Or die trying…