Dzur

When you're a short-statured, short-lived human in an Empire of tall, long-lived Dragaerans, you've got to hold on to your wits. Long ago, I made a good living as a captain of the Jhereg, the noble house that runs the rackets in the Imperial city. But love, revolution, betrayal, and revenge ensued—as they do—and for years now I've been on the run, just trying to stay a step ahead of the Jhereg. Because after everything that's gone down, they'd kill me without a second thought.

Now I'm back in the city. The rackets I used to run are now under the control of the mysterious "Left Hand of the Jhereg"—a cabal of women who report to no man. My ex-wife needs my help. My old enemies aren't sure whether they want to kill me, or talk to me and then kill me. A goddess appears to be playing tricks with my memory. And the Great Weapon I'm carrying seems to have plans of its own . . . .

Yes, I know. Shut up, Loiosh.