Curse of Kings

44. Hope (#litres_trial_promo)

45. Engulfed (#litres_trial_promo)

46. The Legend of Praevisia (#litres_trial_promo)

47. Frax (#litres_trial_promo)

48. Stakes (#litres_trial_promo)

49. Reckless (#litres_trial_promo)

50. Banished (#litres_trial_promo)

51. Heartbreak (#litres_trial_promo)

52. The Evil That Shone (#litres_trial_promo)

53. Six Scars (#litres_trial_promo)

54. Hidden (#litres_trial_promo)

55. Fall at the Last (#litres_trial_promo)

56. Skyward (#litres_trial_promo)

57. Descent (#litres_trial_promo)

58. Sweetling (#litres_trial_promo)

59. Slaughterhouse (#litres_trial_promo)

60. Testament (#litres_trial_promo)

61. Fallen (#litres_trial_promo)

62. Undermined (#litres_trial_promo)

63. Fire (#litres_trial_promo)

64. The Boy Who Never Was (#litres_trial_promo)

65. Separation (#litres_trial_promo)

66. The Walled Garden (#litres_trial_promo)

67. Beloved (#litres_trial_promo)

68. Grave (#litres_trial_promo)

69. Poison (#litres_trial_promo)

70. Affliction (#litres_trial_promo)

Afterword (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher

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I am Archivist Tristan Ault.

I vow to tell the untold tales, and my master is the truth.

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OURTEEN YEARS AGO…

Wind rushed in from the cold night and quenched all but three of the torches that lit the great hall of Castle Derrington. King Micah, weakened by illness, lay slumped on his throne, his breathing dry and shallow. A towering band of men on horseback surrounded him, flames dancing in their eyes, their cheeks streaked with blood.

Outside, against the beating rain, the king’s most loyal counsel, Villius Ren, rode his white horse across the burning drawbridge and charged through the deserted barbican, through the courtyard and into the great hall.

“Your Highness,” he said, drawing his sword from its scabbard.

King Micah looked up from the shadows, and saw that his trusted servant bore the same blood markings as the pale warriors before him. He bowed his head.

“It is not your betrayal that saddens me, Villius. It is the world and how it has turned to darkness to find its way. And how can we be guided without light?”

The wind whipped around the last of the torches and the room went black.

“You have succumbed, Villius, as the weak and the ignorant do,” said King Micah. “Since you were a child, happiness held no value for you. I was foolish to think that you could change. You have defeated a man on his deathbed. Your courage is commendable.”

The filthy white horse reared up on its hind legs. Villius Ren wrenched the reins, the hot breath from his laughter misting the cold air around him. He said just one word: “Release.”

“Farewell,” said King Micah, “but know that this is not the end.”

When all the arrows had arced from their bows, Villius Ren jumped down from his horse and went to where King Micah lay bleeding. One by one, Villius twisted the arrows in his master’s wounds, and tore them free. King Micah’s eyes shot open. He reached out and gripped Villius Ren’s arm. The two men locked eyes. Villius felt as if his flesh had been sucked towards the bone and released, as if he had been drained, then replenished. A feeling of sickness and loss swept over him. He staggered away from the king, whose eyes had closed, whose chest had ceased to rise.

Villius Ren and his warriors had laid claim to the Kingdom of Decresian, but only by defeating a dying man. Henceforth, to all but each other, they would be known as The Craven Lodge.

The Curse of Kings was cast.

Somewhere in the castle, a baby cried.

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