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The Broken Blade
Simon Hawke
Dark Sun, Chronicles of Athas, Book 03

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Cover art by Brom.
First Printing: May 1995
Printed in the United States of America
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 94-68139
ISBN: 0-7869-0137-3
TSR, Inc.

For Mike Stackpole, respected colleague and boon companion

Acknowledgments
With special acknowledgments to Robert M. Powers, Sandra West, Bruce and Peggy Wiley, Marge
and James Koski, Liz Danforth, Emily Tuzson, Daniel Arthur, Vana Wesala, Jennifer Roberson, Allen
Woodman, Brian Thomsen, Rob King, Russell Galen, and all my students in the Sonora Writers Workshop,
who keep me on my toes.

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 Prologue
A dust-covered, blood-spattered young mercenary passed through the elaborately carved wood gates
and into a wide courtyard, a space paved with dark red bricks and lushly landscaped with desert plants. The
graceful fronds of a pagafa tree shaded a large fountain, surrounded by stone benches intricately decorated
with glazed blue and yellow tiles. In garden beds densely planted with purple-flowering broom bush, red and
yellow desert paintbrush, and white-furred old man cactus, large, variegated desert agaves grew over six
feet high and twice as wide, their curving spiked leaves striped in blue and yellow. Beside a blue-needled
agafari, a weeping desert acacia swayed gently in the breeze, its yellow puffball blooms attracting dozens of
hummingbirds, which flitted among the branches like tiny darts.
It was a lovely, peaceful, bucolic scene, the gentle trickle of the fountain adding to the restful
atmosphere. It was a stark contrast to the scene the young mercenary lieutenant had just left.