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Among Thieves par [Hulick, Douglas]
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Athel the Grinner wasn't grinning. In fact, he didn't look that good at all. A long night of torture will do that to a person.

I knelt beside him. He was naked, his arms lashed across the top of a barrel, the rest of him collapsed behind. I avoided looking at the bloody mess that had once been his hands and feet.

"Athel," I said. Nothing. I slapped the smuggler lightly on his sweaty cheek. "Hey, Athel." His eyelids fluttered once. I wove my fingers into his hair, took hold, and raised his head so he could see me. If any of the sympathy or pity I felt showed on my face, so be it. I don't have to like what I do sometimes. I said his name again.

Athel's eyes opened and began wandering around the shadowed room. I waited for him to notice me in the candlelight. He did.

"Drothe?" he said. His voice was slow and rusty as he spoke my name. I could tell he was having trouble focusing on me in the flickering light.

"Grinner," I replied, "want to tell me something?"

"Wha…?" His eyes began to close.

I gave his head a shake. "Athel!" His dark eyes snapped open, feverish in their intensity. I leaned forward and locked my gaze with his, trying to hold his attention by force of will.

"Where's the reliquary?" I said.

Athel tried to swallow, but coughed instead. "Already told you it's coming. I just…"

"If it's coming," I said, "why did I have to chase you halfway across the city? Why did I have to drag you off that skiff as it was launching into the bay? Doesn't seem like you've been playing straight with me, Grinner."

Athel shook his head, his hair tugging gently in my hand, and grinned weakly. "Wouldn't cross you, Drothe—you know that."

"But you did," I said. I tapped one of his ruined fingers, making him gasp. "You told me earlier, remember?" I let him think back on the pain and remember why he had decided to talk the first time. "You've put me in an awkward position, Athel. I have a buyer and no reliquary for him. That undercuts my reputation. That makes me unhappy. So, either you tell me where to find that reliquary, or I come back after my people have done some more persuading."

I could tell he was thinking about it. His eyes glassed over, and his jaw wobbled softly as he argued it over inside. If the Angels had any mercy, they would let him crack the rest of the way right now. I knelt next to what was left of him and waited, hoping it would end here.

When Athel finally came back up from wherever he had been, I could see the Angels weren't on my side tonight. Despite all he had gone through, he was still able to summon up a piercing look and give me the weakest shake of his head.

I placed his head gently back on top of the barrel and stood.

"I need to know who he sold it to," I said. "I need a name."

"I'll get you one. Don't worry," said a voice from the darkened warehouse around us.

Shatters came walking into the candle's circle of light, his two assistants behind him. One was carrying a bucket of seawater.

The Agonyman was small, even shorter than I, with broad shoulders and no neck to speak of. His hands were long and expressive, like an artist's, and he was constantly cracking his knuckles as he walked. Shatters stopped beside me and smiled cruel, hungry smile. "He's close to the edge now. Won't take much more to get him babbling like a drunken whore." He popped a thumb joint for emphasis.

The assistant with the bucket stepped forward and emptied it over Athel. The smuggler sputtered, then howled as the salt water reached his ravaged hands. I turned away as the other assistant began sorting through the torturer's tools that had been set aside during my interview.

"Let me know when he's ready." My voice came out thick. "I'll be outside." Shatters's laughter followed me through the shuttered warehouse until I opened the door and stepped outside.

I blinked in surprise at the sunlight that struck me in the face. Dawn already? I squinted at the soft glow that seemed to suffuse every tower and building of the Imperial capital. Ildrecca tried its hardest to look peaceful and serene in that light, but I've known the city too long to be fooled so easily. Nice try, old friend.

Bronze Degan was across the street, leaning in a doorway. I went over.

"Anything?" he asked.

"Not since the last time I went in." I gestured to the sun in the east. "When did that happen?"

"Not too long ago." He yawned. "How much longer?"

I felt myself yawn in return. I hated that. "Hell if I know," I said.

Degan grunted and rearranged himself in the doorway. Half again as tall as me, with fair hair and skin, broad shoulders, and a lean build, he seemed to fill the entire space on his own. Some of that came from the cut of his clothes—the flowing, long green linen coat, left open to show off the copper-colored doublet beneath, the matching full-cut breeches, the wide-brimmed hat—but just as much came from the man himself. He had an air of easy, capable confidence about him that caused people to give him a healthy berth even in the most crowded city streets. Of course, it didn't hurt that a bronze-chased sword hung at his side, either—a sword that marked him as a member of the Order of the Degans, an old mercenary order in an even older city. No one entered into that select brotherhood of sell-swords without plenty of personal cachet to begin with.

I slid into the doorway beside Degan, sat down on the stoop, and dug out two ahrami seeds from the pouch around my neck. They were small and oval, the size of my largest knuckle, and darkly roasted. I rubbed them between my palms to let them absorb some sweat. A sharp, acrid smell, with subtle hints of cinnamon, earth, and smoke, rose up from my hands. I felt my pulse quicken at the aroma.

"Breakfast," announced Degan.

I looked up. "What?"

"I've decided you owe me breakfast."


Degan gave me a wry look as he silently counted off three fingers.

"Ah," I said. "Well, I suppose you earned it."

Degan snorted. There had been three men with Athel the Grinner when I'd finally tracked him down—three very large men. For me, they would have been an impossible barrier; for Degan, they were little more than an inconvenience. If not for him, I'd never have made it out of that plaza, and Athel would still be grinning.

"Thanks," I added. It was something I didn't say to my friend nearly enough, and something he didn't worry about hearing. We'd been running the streets together long enough to have moved past words and gestures like that.

Degan shrugged. "Slow night. I needed something to do."

I smiled and was just slipping the ahrami seeds into my mouth when a muffled scream came out of the warehouse. Degan and I looked up and down the street, but there was no one to hear Athel's cries—or, at least, no one who felt inclined to investigate. I shuddered in the silence that followed.

I had been planning on letting the seeds sit in my mouth for a while, to savor the quickening of my pulse in anticipation. Now, I simply bit down. The ahrami filled my mouth with smoky, bittersweet flavor. I chewed quickly, swallowed, and waited for them to hit.

They came on fast, as the straight seeds always do. One moment I was tired and half asleep; the next, I felt revitalized. The cobwebs that had been draping themselves across my mind for the last several hours receded, replaced with a sense of alertness. I could feel the worst of the tension drain out of me. My back loosened, and the pressure that had been building behind my eyes faded away. The fatigue was still there—I wasn't going to be running across the city again any time soon—but I didn't feel as raw as I had a few moments ago.

I sat up a little straighter and worked the kinks from my shoulders. My mind was settled, my pulse was steady, and my eyes were sharp once more.

I shook the bag around my neck before slipping it back under my shirt. Only a few seeds left. I'd have to restock soon.

We settled back and waited. I thought I heard a few more screams, but the city was coming alive by then and the yells seemed softer than before, so it was hard to tell.

One of Shatters's men came out to get me just as the ahrami was starting to wear off. By the time I made it back into the warehouse and stood at the Agonyman's side, the rush had faded completely, leaving me in a less than charitable mood.

"Well?" I said.

Shatters was rinsing his hands and forearms in a large bucket of water that had been set atop a crate. "Gotcher name."

"And?" I said.

"Amazing how good this feels after a long night," he said, nodding toward the water. "Ya get warm, working on a man that long." Shatters glanced at me sideways. "Makes you appreciate the simple things, you know?"

I stayed silent. I suspected I knew where this was going, but I wanted to let him get there on his own.

"Like hawks," said Shatters. "Hawks are simple things."


He nodded. "You want something, you give a person hawks and he gives it to ya. The more you want it, the more money you give him."

I nodded. This was going where I had thought it would: Shatters was trying to shake me down.

"Pretty simple," I said. "Except we already agreed on a price."

Shatters paused as he leaned over the bucket. I noticed that the water had taken on a reddish tint. "This took longer than I expected," he said flatly. "I figure if something takes that long to get, it's worth a higher price. A man don't hold out like Athel did for sheer stubbornness." He ran a finger through the water. "You want to hear what he had to say, you'll hatch some more hawks."


"Or he won't be telling no one nothing ever again, and the name walks with me."

"I see."

Shatters grinned. "Smart lad." He bent down to rinse his face.

"Smart," I agreed as I grabbed the back of his neck and shoved his head down into the water. I shifted my weight to keep him there, steadying the bucket with my other hand as he struggled.

As a rule, I don't mind renegotiating—hell, it's part of doing business with people like Shatters. Kin are always trying to line their pockets with a few extra hawks. But there's a right way and a wrong way to do it. The right way involves respect and a little give and take from both sides; the wrong way usually involves demanding more money "or else." Unless I'm the one offering it, I hate "or else."

Even under water, Shatters was loud. His assistants came running. I barely glanced up as they came into sight.

"First one of you raises a hand goes dustmans," I said. They both skidded to a stop, torn between my threat to kill them and their duty to their master. They eyed me, Shatters, and each other in turn.

I knew I had them the moment they hesitated. "Fade," I said. Still, they stood there. I looked up from Shatters's flailing and met the larger man's eyes. "What are you, a couple of Eriffs? Don't you know who I am? I said, fade!"

The larger man ducked his head and turned away. The smaller one paused and eyed the distance between us, considering. I showed my teeth.

"Come on, pup. Try me."

He left.

Shatters's struggles had begun to weaken by then. I raised his head out of the water long enough for him to get half a breath, then shoved it back under. Pause, repeat, and again. Near the end of the fourth dunking, I let go and stepped away.

Shatters fell sideways with his head still in the bucket, spilling water over himself and the floor. He lay there, coughing violently, his body convulsing with the effort. I knelt down and relieved him of his dagger as he vomited up water and bile.

"The name," I said when he was done.

Shatters spit. "Screw," he said.

"That's not a name," I said. I stood and pushed his face into his own vomit with my foot, crushing his nose against the floor in the process. "Try again."

Shatters gagged and tried to wrench his head up. I let him after a moment.

"Ioclaudia," he gasped. "The name's Ioclaudia."

I arched an eyebrow. It was an old-fashioned name; certainly one I wasn't familiar with on the street. "Who is…?" I asked.

Shatters started on another coughing fit. I nudged him with the toe of my boot.

"Who is?"

"Don't know. Athel wouldn't say."

"What's her connection with Athel? Was she his buyer?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Where is she?"

Shatters shook his head.

"What about the reliquary?" I said. "Did you find out where it is?"

Shatters was rising to his hands and knees now, arms trembling but getting stronger every moment. "All he said was he needed to make some kind of swap. It sounded as if it came up suddenlike."

"And he used my reliquary?"

Shatters nodded.

Bastard. "What did he swap it for?"

"How the hell should I know?" Anger had found its way back into his voice. "Shit," he said, looking up at me. "You little shit. Do you know what my brothers will do to you for this?"

I reached out and put his own dagger against his cheek. Shatters froze, staring at the steel. It was sharp; a rivulet of blood appeared without any effort on my part.

"Don't even think about making this personal," I said. "You tried to shake me down, and I called you on it. It's business. It's over." I moved the blade down, letting it linger beside his neck. "But if you insist on bringing in your fellow Agonymen, not only will I take it poorly, but Nicco probably won't be too pleased, either. And I know you don't want him mad at you."

Shatters paled at the mention of Nicco's name. Niccodemus Alludrus was well-known for his temper, especially when he thought he was being crossed. Trying to cheat me was not automatically the same as trying to cross Nicco, but there were times when the lines between his and my interests blurred. This wasn't one of them, but I wasn't about to let Shatters know that.

"Do we have an understanding?" I said. Shatters nodded his head as gently as he could, given the dagger at his throat.

"Good." I withdrew the blade and turned away, leaving Shatters to gather himself while I went to see Athel the Grinner.

If I had had any second thoughts about treating Shatters roughly, they vanished as soon as I saw what was left of the Grinner. The Agonyman and his boys had moved on from Athel's hands and feet after I'd left; now, there was precious little left on the smuggler that was not torn, cut, or mutilated in some way. Just seeing him hurt. Worst of all, he was still conscious… and looking at me.

I kept my bile down, not for Athel's sake, but because I wasn't about to give Shatters the satisfaction. I took a deep breath, ran a hand down my mustache and goatee, and stepped over to the barrel.

Athel's breathing was ragged and wet sounding. One eye was swollen shut, but the other managed to keep me in sight as I came up beside him. I expected hatred there, or anger, or madness—anything but what I seemed to see: calm. Not the false serenity brought on by shock, or the stillness of exhaustion, but a quiet, almost-composed ease. I felt myself shudder beneath that placid gaze.

Athel the Grinner, I realized as I met his eye, was done. There was nothing more we could do to make him talk; nothing left he was willing to tell us before he died. Letting Ioclaudia's name out had probably been an accident, or a gift, and he wasn't about to let that happen again—his gaze told me as much.

I crouched down beside him, keeping my knees out of the blood that covered the floor. He blinked his good eye slowly, briefly. After a moment, I realized he was winking.

I reached for my own blade and found I still had Shatters's knife in my hand. Athel followed my look, then turned his lone eye back to me. He grinned as I cut his throat.

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C'est clairement pour moi un livre pour un public masculin, et avec un résumé type "histoire d'un voleur évoluant dans une organisation criminelle, à la recherche d'une relique" (comme je l'ai lu sur Amazon) je n'étais a priori pas très tentée.

Mais... les premières phrases accrochent tout de suite et le premier chapitre avec la scène de torture met en appétit. C'est très bien écrit et ça fait du bien d'être dans la peau d'un personnage à la moralité douteuse.

Suivent 50 à 100 pages d'ennui, que j'ai lues parce que c'était bien écrit et que je suis têtue. C'est l'histoire de Drothe, un voleur plutôt de bas étage (voir pire, c'est une balance). Il n'y a alors pas de magie. Ni de personnage féminin. Ni d'enjeux politiques. Ni de noirceur épique comme dans la dark fantasy. Il n'y a que de faibles enjeux de pouvoir et un mystère lié â un objet.

Et puis arrive le moment où le héros pense qu'il est trahi par sa sœur. Premier personnage féminin (fort). Et la magie fait irruption, petit à petit. Finalement le système politique, social et religieux se met aussi en place. J'ai tous les éléments que j'aime (pas d'histoire d'amour ceci dit mais cela ne m'a pas manqué). L'histoire est très bien racontée et comme le héros, on progresse à tâtons (ce qui est facilité par le récit à la première personne) Tout fini par se mettre très logiquement en place.
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Je crois que Walter Jon Williams disait qu'il faut vivre afin d'avoir quelque chose sur quoi écrire, rappelons nous également la vie variée vécue par Clifford Simak ou les origines modestes et le passage dans la Navy de Glen Cook qui peuvent aider à comprendre le réalisme des soutiers de la compagnie noire.

A cette aune, je n'hésiterai pas une seconde, Douglas Hulick doit être issu d'une longue tradition mafieuse ! Comment expliquer autrement la qualité de l'écosystème de Trafiquants, Voleurs, Guetteurs, Faussaires, Tortionnaires, Assassins, Receleurs, Mouchards, Indics, Parrains et autres Frappes ayant leurs habitudes mais également leur vie réelle dans la Grande Cité Impériale de Ildrecca (une sorte de Constantinople époque Renaissance).

Pour nous autres ... euh ;-) en tous cas pour moi, impossible d'imaginer une telle vie en dehors des règles strictes que nous connaissons à notre époque.
Car aucun groupe ne vit sans règles, il en va ainsi de la grande communauté des Voleurs (The Kin dans le texte), toute l'habileté de l'auteur est de parvenir à faire fonctionner sous nos yeux un tel tissu, certes prompt à se rompre, car le propre de ces sociétés est tout de même d'être instable.

C'est bien entendu dans un tel moment d'instabilité que nous projette l'auteur, après un petit intermède dans lequel le, croyez-vous, « Héros » attend que le tortionnaire qu'il a mandaté fasse cracher le morceau à un Receleur qui l'a doublé ...
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HASH(0x94a5936c) étoiles sur 5 Clever, exciting new fantasy 2 avril 2011
Par Jared - Publié sur
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Among Thieves is the debut novel from Douglas Hulick. Set in the grimy fantasy city of Ildrecca, it is the tale of Drothe, a hooded-assassin type and member of the city's underworld legion of criminal "Kin".

With a scruffy, dual-wielding piratical looking gentleman and a cover quote from Brent Weeks, the reader can be excused for thinking this is your standard act of adolescent escapism - roguish heroism with a sarcastic protagonist. And, to a certain degree, all of these things are true. But when push comes to shove, Among Thieves is more Locke Lamora than Night Angel. It is a cunning and well-scripted action-adventure with a surprisingly complex character at its heart. I expected guilty pleasure and found genuine entertainment.

Drothe (granted, a rather unfortunate name) is a "Nose". He works as an information-gatherer for one of the city's "Upright Men" gathering information on the city's delicate political scene. Ildrecca is divided up by the gangs of "Upright Men" with the Emperor (the land's proper monarch) and the mysterious Gray Princes playing their own, grander, game in the background. As a Nose, Drothe gets into all sorts of trouble - especially since he's running his own cons on the side. Fortunately, his best friend, Bronze Degan, is often there to bail him out.

If nothing else, Mr. Hulick gets sixteen bonus points and a silver star for not making Drothe exceptional in any way. He's clever, but knows he's not as smart as many of the real players in the Kin's underworld. He's pretty fiesty, but certainly no match for the hardened killers he encounters. He's well-connected, but still a minor part of the Kin. As for supernatural, prophesy-fulfilling powers? Er... he's got night vision (the legacy of an awkward childhood ritual), but most of the time it is more of a hindrance than a help. In fact, Drothe's unique only for his Sam Spade-like ability to be in the right place at the wrong time.

Ildrecca is a fascinating city in a thoroughly complicated world, but, like any well-crafted novel - we only learn about it through the eyes of our protagonist. As Drothe creeps about in search of a missing artifact (a book, of all things), he unravels layer after layer. Mr. Hulick's use of his homebrewed Thieves' Cant is another noteworthy element along this vein. He drops in his criminal slang naturally, letting the reader determine the meaning of each word through context and repetition. Considering the depth of both the world and the vocabulary, the fact that Among Thieves does not come packaged with appendices and glossary is a brave and utterly praise-worthy decision. Among Thieves is about the story, not the world.

Mr. Hulick also has an impressive knack for introducing other characters as people rather than representatives of a particular class, race or skill-set. Even with Drothe's enemies, we know them for their personal impact on Drothe and Among Thieves, rather than as more meaningful Big Bads. Despite the far-reaching consequences of Drothe's adventures, Among Thieves is kept as a very focused and personal story.

There are still a few bugs to work out. As mentioned above, Drothe does mostly advance through accident. He's charmingly self-aware of this, but, even so, mostly of his plotting and problem-solving takes place one episodic chapter at a time. In future books, with Drothe as an established character, it would be interesting to see him behave in a less reactive fashion.

Among Thieves is, if you'll forgive the cliche, a promising debut. Mr. Hulick has the hard stuff nailed. He's written a tight, jaunty story and filled it with a large cast of memorable personalities. Mr. Hulick has also created one of the most interesting fantasy landscapes in a long time - a land of interfering angels, shadow governments and immortal monarchs - but he keeps his priorities straight and makes sure that the world-building never takes over. At the conclusion of Among Thieves, anything could happen next, and I can't wait to find out.
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HASH(0x94a593c0) étoiles sur 5 An entertaining read 6 mai 2011
Par AnneB - Publié sur
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Among Thieves: A Tale of the Kin is Douglas Hulicks first novel. He is working on the second book in this series now and there will also be a third. The story revolves around Drothe who is a member of the Kin. As a member of the Kin he works for a crime lord and spends his time with thieves and murderers. Drothe's work for the crime lord involves being a nose, which means he spends most of his time gathering information on the street and keeping his boss informed of anything important. Drothe also smuggles relics on the side, something his boss does not know.

The main plot of the story has Drothe finding one of the most important ancient relics in his world, a book with secrets in it that many people would kill to own. Drothe, along with his best friend Degan, spend most of the book trying to solve mysteries involving the book. They need to find out who wrote it, what kind of power can be achieved with it, who wants it, and who should Drothe give it to in the end. They also spend a lot of time fighting for their lives against the others who want the book.

I really enjoyed this book. It had a lot of things going on from sword fights, magic, a mystery to solve, and an interesting look into the morality of a thief. Drothe was a great main character, he was very likable and entertaining. I also really liked his best friend Degan, they were a great team. The most interesting part for me was watching Drothe's thinking through all of the difficult choices he had to make throughout the book. He was not a one dimensional character. We get to see him at his best and most self sacrificing and at his most selfish. In general he was a thief and criminal who had a conscience and at least tried to do the right thing when he could. It was a fast-paced fun read that I would definitely recommend.
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HASH(0x94a59804) étoiles sur 5 Promising but flawed debut novel 23 février 2012
Par Bradley Nieder - Publié sur
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Among Thieves is the debut novel from Douglas Hulick. It is the story of Drothe, a member of the criminal underground in the fantasy city of Ildrecca.

This is a fast paced, tightly written Sword & Sorcery tale in the vein of Lynch or Lieber. The story centers around a flawed but blandly likeable protagonist, Drothe, who stumbles on to a mystery involving both the ruling Empire and the criminal brotherhood in Ildrecca.

The mystery aspects of the story are engaging and kept me turning the pages to find out each new piece of the puzzle. The pieces do come together logically at end of the book, so that facet of Among Thieves was fairly fulfilling.

The first person narrative paints an adequate picture of Ildrecca and the criminal underworld known as the Kin, but the setting still comes off somewhat flat. Drothe himself is a relatively average guy who gets in over his head and only manages to stay alive using his wits and a bit of luck. While it's refreshing that Drothe isn't the strongest, fastest or best swordsman in the city, he is also not particularly witty or interesting in his obversations of the people and places around him.

The author does do a good job integrating slang used by the Kin, which lends an air of authenticity to the conversations between Drothe and his various Kin contacts. Hulick's fencing background is apparent in some well written, fairly realistic action sequences.

Among Thieves is ultimately a satisfying, if somewhat light, adventure story. It is hobbled by a narrator who is competent and smart but not particularly interesting. The generic setting could be overlooked if the characters themselves were more memorable. I ended up finishing the book because I did really want to know how the mystery aspect of the story would turn out, but I didn't have any emotional investment in the characters and never felt like I really knew them.

(Three out of five stars)
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HASH(0x94a59bd0) étoiles sur 5 Tough to swallow 27 mai 2014
Par Amazon Customer - Publié sur
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I didn't hate the book, in fact I really enjoyed parts of it, but there were so many problems that in the end it left me more frustrated and disappointed than anything. It was recommended to me because I enjoy Scott Lynch and Brent Weeks. Among Thieves is no where near as good as Way of Shadows, let alone Lies of Locke Lamora.
Starting with the parts I enjoyed, the premise was great, with a lot of potential. The broad scope of the storytelling and the action scenes were good; well paced and coherent.
My main complaints were with how the characters acted within the plot. The plot seemed to drag them along, even when it made little sense. With a few exceptions, the supporting characters were one dimensional and predictable--the loyal tough-guy, the bossy sister, the angry mob boss, and the opposing-everyone-for-no-good-reason bad guy among them. They stepped in and out of the story as the plot required, then ceased to exist until they were needed again to step in and solve the main character's problems for him.
Which brings me to my biggest complaint: I simply didn't like the main character and first person narrator, Drothe. He was absolutely incompetent. I don't remember a single problem he managed to solve without one of his friends stepping in to hand him the answer. Despite being told constantly that Drothe is clever, likable, loyal and honorable, Drothe the nose is a fool without exception, a betrayer of every single person who places their trust in him--except his sister, who he only decides not to kill at the last second--and generally despicable. I just couldn't ever really make myself hope that he succeeded in anything he did. I read eagerly to the end of the book, waiting for Drothe to finally make a right decision, to not betray his friends, to come up with a clever plan, to sacrifice what he wanted for what was right and make all the other dumb decisions worth it to help him become something better. It never came, but victory managed to fall on him despite his best efforts. I really wanted to like Among Thieves, and will probably even read the sequel, but was generally unimpressed overall.
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The plot has already been summarized by others, so I'll not repeat the efforts of other reviewers.

I felt that the end of this book was a bit on the predictable side, but not at all in a bad way. I LIKE knowing how my story is going to end... It's the GETTING THERE that makes things interesting... And they were quite interesting.

I was a bit uncomfortable with the lead character's excessive use of stimulants, and felt that it might (probably should) have adverse effect on him sooner or later. I felt it was a realistic weakness for an accidental protagonist to have, but will be disappointed if extended use doesn't have consequences in future books.

I enjoyed the use of cant throughout the book, but it did take me a chapter or two to get sufficiently immersed to feel the world flow around me seamlessly. This was really my own issue, being a bit rusty in the "art" of fantasy reading. The canting in this book was one of the things that really made this debut novel feel like something produced by a much more experienced author. It flowed easily and never felt forced, fake, or silly.

I don't feel that the plot was particularly original, so much as it was neatly executed and well written. I look forward to future books by this author.
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