'Tell us where you've got the nugget and this will go well for you,' the tall man with the horrible voice rasped. Rumour is flying around the west coast gold fields that tom McGee has struck it rich and found a nugget of gold as big as a man's fist. So no one is surprised when next his campsite is found wrecked and abandoned. Men have been killed for a lot less on the tough goldfields of 1860s New Zealand. But one person is convinced tom is not dead. His headstrong daughter, Charlotte. Solving the mystery is not her first task, though. First, she must get to the coast. A skilful horse rider, she disguises herself as a boy and joins a cattle drive across the Southern Alps. to survive the dangerous drive over Arthur's Pass and to keep her identity hidden from the vicious trail boss, she'll need the help of her dog, her horse, and her father's friend, tama. She knows she can do it - she has to - but what will she find? And will her new American friend, Joseph, help or hinder her quest? Charlie is in for the ride of her life - and the stakes couldn't be higher.

"Rumour is flying around the West Coast goldfields that Tom McGee has struck it rich and found a nugget of gold as big as a man's fist. So no one is surprised when his campsite is later found wrecked and abandoned. Men have been killed for a lot less on the tough goldfields of 1860s New Zealand. But one person is convinced Tom is not dead - his headstrong daughter, Charlotte. Solving the mystery is not her first task, though. First, she must get to the coast. A skilful horse rider, she disguises herself as a boy and joins a cattle drive across the Southern Alps. But Charlie is in for the ride of her life -- and the stakes couldn't be higher"--Author's website.

“An enthralling conclusion to this superb trilogy, displaying an exceptional combination of originality, magic, adventure, character, and drama.”—Kirkus Reviews (starred review) King Shrewd is dead at the hands of his son Regal. As is Fitz—or so his enemies and friends believe. But with the help of his allies and his beast magic, he emerges from the grave, deeply scarred in body and soul. The kingdom also teeters toward ruin: Regal has plundered and abandoned the capital, while the rightful heir, Prince Verity, is lost to his mad quest—perhaps to death. Only Verity’s return—or the heir his princess carries—can save the Six Duchies. But Fitz will not wait. Driven by loss and bitter memories, he undertakes a quest: to kill Regal. The journey casts him into deep waters, as he discovers wild currents of magic within him—currents that will either drown him or make him something more than he was. Praise for Robin Hobb and Assassin’s Quest “Fantasy as it ought to be written . . . Robin Hobb’s books are diamonds in a sea of zircons.”—George R. R. Martin “Superbly written, wholly satisfying, unforgettable: better than any fantasy trilogy in print—including mine!”—Melanie Rawn

Brother Luke, Keeper of the Sword, faces a daunting task. The Sword, weary from its battles, yearns for rest, and it falls upon Brother Luke to find a secure haven where it can slumber until called upon once more. His journey has taken him across the length and breadth of the British Isles, yet the elusive spot remains hidden. As he trudges across another desolate moor, the heavens unleash a torrent of rain, hammering down upon him. Cold, wet, and on the brink of despair, Brother Luke fears that without help, he will soon succumb to the harsh elements. With his last ounce of strength, he seeks aid in a nearby village, but his pleas are met with cold indifference. Told to leave, he has no choice but to resume his arduous journey. Tragedy strikes when Brother Luke is viciously attacked, kicked, beaten, and left for dead. His precious charge, the Sword, is stolen from him. Barely clinging to life, he is discovered by chance. Despite his grave condition, Brother Luke knows that he must rise once more and find the Sword, no matter where it may be. His mission is far from over, and he will stop at nothing to fulfil his sacred duty as Keeper of the Sword.