Three Minutes to Midnight
by William L. Hahn
Never call Trekelny a thief, he's the greatest stealthic since Astor himself. It's true, just ask him. He won't end the night a coin richer, instead exchanging mortal risk for a hero's reputation. But on this night, he won't succeed to live in song, or even survive, without the help of a woman who hates him above all others. If he is to despoil her temple, he must also take her love with him.