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Gaspar The Thief
Category:
Fantasy
Publisher: Balmerino Publishing
ISBN-10: 147749166X
Type: Fiction
Pages: 324
Copyright: Apr 10 2012
ISBN-13: 9781477491669
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
Gaspar The Thief is a humorous light fantasy that will appeal to fans of Terry Pratchett.
Follow the adventures of Gaspar, a freelance thief who stubbornly refuses to swear fealty to the Thieves' Guild.
Cursed with a special affinity for calamity and mishap, and a talent for snatching defeat from the brink of victory, our hero blunders from one misfortune to the next, yet somehow always manages to survive to tell the tale.
Accompanied by his long-suffering companions - Hubris, a spellbroker who refuses to pay his dues to Wizards' Hall, and Marna, a feisty thiefess with a quick tongue and a quicker temper - our unlikely hero encounters looming retribution and imminent catastrophe at every step.
From a sinister funeral ship to a scheming seductress; from a puzzling murder to a gang of merciless ship-wreckers; and from a goblin army laying siege to an ancient border fortress to a mischievous wood-wight with a penchant for table legs and floorboards, there's no end to the troubles he can find!
Told with an appealing mixture of seriousness and humour, this is an exciting romp based in a fantasy world where anything can, and usually does, happen!
Excerpt
Indignation propelled Drune to his feet rather more incautiously than was sensible in so small and cluttered a space. The result was predictable. Coming into sharp contact with the underside of a timber shelf, the wight instinctively travelled magically upwards through the wood to avoid injury only to clatter the top of his skull off the undersides of the various glass and earthenware vessels stored atop the shelf. Erupting upwards, they dislodged in turn the shelf above before gravity turned them earthward again to shatter on the larder's flagstone floor. Their contents splattered every surface of the larder, drenching the wight in a spray of wine, milk, olive oil and vinegar. In that enclosed space, the noise was deafening, especially when Drune added his own ear-splitting howl to the already considerable cacophony.
But that was still not the worst of it. Unhappily, other substances than liquids were kept in the larder, among them spices, herbs, salts and peppers, so that a great cloud of stinging particles exploded suddenly around him, assaulting his eyes and nose. Rearing up a second time, he struck yet another shelf and upended a new avalanche of foodstuffs over himself. Treacle, sugar-cane, flour and suet now added treachery to the other ingredients forming a quagmire on the floor. Unable to keep his feet, Drune skidded and slipped, banging his head against the larder door as he went down. The latch was loose, the hinges old and poorly maintained. With an almighty crash, the door burst outwards, exposing the whole sorry spectacle to the shocked gaze of the innkeeper and his startled wife.
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