Emperor of Thorns (The Broken Empire)
Mark Lawrence
Language: English
Pages: 416
ISBN: 0425256545
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The boy who would rule all may have finally met his match...
King Jorg Ancrath is twenty now—and king of seven nations. His goal—revenge against his father—has not yet been realized, and the demons that haunt him have only grown stronger. Yet no matter how tortured his path, he intends to take the next step in his upward climb.
Jorg would be emperor. It is a position not to be gained by the sword but rather by vote. And never in living memory has anyone secured a majority of the vote, leaving the Broken Empire long without a leader. Jorg plans to change that. He’s uncovered the lost technology of the land, and he won’t hesitate to use it.
But he soon finds an adversary standing in his way, a necromancer unlike any he has ever faced—a figure hated and feared even more than himself: the Dead King.
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not want, or desire, just certainty. Only be assured that whatever you reach into will reach into you in turn.” He set his boots across the gap between seats, resting between Kai and Chella. “Did you ever love, Kai? Was there a girl that would turn the waters blue for you?” Kai opened his mouth then bit back on the answer. He started forward, then slumped. “No.” “Love.” Jorg smiled. “Now there’s something that will reach back into you.” The carriage rumbled from the bridge down
saw motion among the gold helms back by our carriage. It would take a moment or three for Devers to come to grips with the situation. “Oh come on, I just killed the fecking Pope. You are going to attack me, aren’t you?” I drew Gog and smiled invitingly at the nearest guards. Pantaloons or not, they would prove deadly enough. Multiple polearms against a single sword in open space is not a contest. I started to back around the sedan chair. The bearers scattered. Not pious men it seemed.
butter. One time he set a finger to my sword and it got so heavy I couldn’t hold it. I couldn’t pry it off the floor until the next day.” “What happened to him?” He sounded like a useful man to know, this Arron. “Sunk.” “Ah.” “Not at sea though. Ortens says he saw it, and Ortens isn’t one for lying. He just sunk into the floor one morning. Right out in the centre courtyard. And nobody saw him again. There’s just a grey stain where he went into the rock.” “Well, there’s a
* I entered the carriage first and sat between the young queen and the older princess. I didn’t trust in Gomst to be able to stop the bloodshed should things go badly. “Queen Miana of Renar,” I said, “this is Princess Katherine Ap Scorron, my father’s representative at Congression and widow to the Prince of Arrow. We met Arrow’s army two years back, you may recall.” I waved a hand at the old men. “Osser Gant of Kennick, Lord Makin’s advisor, and of course you know Bishop Gomst.” Miana
there that is proving problematic. Perhaps you have some wonder of the ancients that will fly us all there like birds?” Marco snorted, managing contempt. But the Builders had flown. I knew it from my father’s library. “Well?” I asked. If this turn of events lay within the mathmagicians’ calculations then I may as well have admitted defeat—but given that I didn’t think it did fall within their plotting, I found renewed interest in crossing the desert to the court of Ibn Fayed with my two