Kings Rising: Book Three of the Captive Prince Trilogy by C.S. Pacat (English) P

Description: Kings Rising by C.S. Pacat His identity now revealed, Damen must face his master Prince Laurent as Damianos of Akielos, the man Laurent has sworn to kill. But with the future of both their countries hanging in the balance, Damens only hope of reclaiming his throne is to fight together with Laurent against their usurpers. As the two princes journey deep into Akielos, where they face their most dangerous opposition yet, the fragile trust they have built must survive not only the revelation of Damens identity but also the Regents final, deadly play for the throne. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography C.S. Pacat is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Captive Prince trilogy, Dark Rise and the GLAAD-nominated graphic novels Fence. Educated at the University of Melbourne, C.S. Pacat has lived in a number of cities, including Tokyo and Perugia, and currently resides and writes in Melbourne. Review Praise for C. S. Pacat and the Captive Prince Trilogy"A special, unforgettable series… Lush. Brutal. Unparalleled."—Sarah J. Maas, #1 New York Times bestselling author "I fell in love with the writing, the characters, [and] the story."—V.E. Schwab, #1 New York Times bestselling author "Perfectly paced brilliance."—Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author "For a book to take me so completely by surprise in such a perfect, well-executed way . . . suffice to say, I will follow CS Pacat into the dark."—Sara Raasch, New York Times bestselling author"You will be completely enthralled and on edge."—USA Today"Have you read Captive Prince? If you havent, what are you waiting for?"—HeroesandHeartbreakers.com"The cumulative effect of reading them back to back is mind blowing."—Dear Author"Pacats powerful debut, a blend of intense erotica and political fantasy, is disturbing and intriguing in equal measure...The intricacy of the political entanglements gives depth to the novels erotic turmoil...Fans of Jacqueline Careys Kushiel series will eat this up with a spoon."—Publishers Weekly"Fans of Pacats internet-serial sensation will need no convincing of the merits of this series, but new readers should take note—this book lives up to every word of praise it has garnered. The lush setting, full of intricate historical detail, engaging decadence and ruthless scheming, will draw many, but its Pacats characters...wholl surely keep readers captive. Their tenuous, fractious relationship is the heart and soul of this trilogy, and thankfully, readers will not have long to wait between installments in order to watch it unfold."—RT Book Reviews Review Quote Praise for C. S. Pacat and the Captive Prince Trilogy "You will be completely enthralled and on edge."-- USA Today "Have you read Captive Prince ? If you havent, what are you waiting for?"--HeroesandHeartbreakers.com "The cumulative effect of reading them back to back is mind blowing."--Dear Author "Pacats powerful debut, a blend of intense erotica and political fantasy, is disturbing and intriguing in equal measure...The intricacy of the political entanglements gives depth to the novels erotic turmoil...Fans of Jacqueline Careys Kushiel series will eat this up with a spoon."-- Publishers Weekly "Fans of Pacats internet-serial sensation will need no convincing of the merits of this series, but new readers should take note--this book lives up to every word of praise it has garnered. The lush setting, full of intricate historical detail, engaging decadence and ruthless scheming, will draw many, but its Pacats characters...wholl surely keep readers captive. Their tenuous, fractious relationship is the heart and soul of this trilogy, and thankfully, readers will not have long to wait between installments in order to watch it unfold."-- RT Book Reviews Excerpt from Book KINGS RISING C. S. Pacat is the author of the Captive Prince trilogy. She has lived in a number of different cities including Tokyo and Perugia. She is a graduate of the University of Melbourne, and was born in Melbourne, where she currently lives and writes. About the Author Also in The Captive Prince trilogy Title Page Copyright Dedication Map Characters CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN Acknowledgements CHARACTERS CHAPTER ONE DAMIANOS. Damen stood at the base of the dais steps as his name spread in tones of shock and disbelief over the courtyard. Nikandros knelt before him, his army knelt before him. It was like coming home, until his name, rippling outwards over the ranks of the gathered Akielon soldiers, hit the Veretian commoners thronging the edges of the space, where it changed. The shock was different, a doubled shock, a rippling impact now, of anger, of alarm. Damen heard the first voice in outcry, a swell of violence, a new word now in the mouths of the crowd. Prince-killer. A hiss of a rock, thrown. Nikandros came up off his knees, drawing his sword. Damen flung out a hand in a motion for halt, stopping Nikandros instantly, his sword showing a half-foot of Akielon steel. He could see the confusion on Nikandross face, as the courtyard around them began to disintegrate. Damianos? Order your men to hold, said Damen, even as the sharp sound of steel closer by had him turning fast. A Veretian soldier in a grey helmet had drawn his sword, and was staring at Damen as though he faced his worst nightmare. It was Huet; Damen recognised the white face under the helmet. Huet was holding his sword out before him the way Jord had held the knife: between two shaking hands. Damianos? said Huet. Hold! Damen ordered again, shouting to be heard over the crowd, over the new, hoarse cry in Akielon, Treason! It was death to draw a blade on a member of the Akielon royal family. He was still keeping Nikandros back with the gesture of his outflung hand, but he could feel every sinew in Nikandros strain in the effort to hold himself in place. There were wild shouts now, the thin perimeter breaking down as the crowd swelled with the panicked urge to run. To stampede and get out of the way of the Akielon army. Or to swarm over it. He saw Guymar scan the courtyard, the tense fear in his eyes clear. Soldiers could see what a peasant mob could not: that the Akielon force inside the walls-- inside the walls--outnumbered the skeletal Veretian garrison fifteen to one. Another sword was drawn alongside Huets, a horrified Veretian soldier. Anger and disbelief showed in the faces of some of the Veretian guard; in others there was fear, looking to one another desperately for guidance. And in the first spilling breach in the perimeter, the spiralling frenzy of the crowd, the Veretian guards no longer fully under his control--Damen saw how completely he had underestimated the effect of his identity on the men and women of this fort. Damianos, prince-killer. His mind, used to battlefield decisions, took in the sweep of the courtyard, and made the commanders choice: to minimise losses, to limit bloodshed and chaos, and to secure Ravenel. The Veretian guards were beyond his orders, and the Veretian people . . . if these bitter, furious emotions could be soothed among the Veretian people, he was not the one to soothe them. There was only one way to stop what was about to happen, and that was to contain it; to lock it down, to secure this place once and for all. Damen said to Nikandros, Take the fort. * * * Damen swept along the passage, flanked by six Akielon guards. Akielon voices rang in the halls and red Akielon flags flew over Ravenel. Akielon soldiers on either side of the doorway drew their heels together as he passed. Ravenel had now changed allegiance twice in as many days. This time it had happened swiftly; Damen knew exactly how to subdue this fort. The skeleton Veretian force had quickly buckled in the courtyard, and Damen had ordered their two senior soldiers, Guymar and Jord, brought to him, stripped of armour and under guard. As Damen entered the small antechamber, the Akielon guards took hold of their two prisoners and thrust them roughly to the ground. Kneel, the guard commanded in mangled Veretian. Jord sprawled. No. Let them stand. Damen gave the order in Akielon. Instant obedience. It was Guymar who shrugged the treatment off and regained his feet first. Jord, who had known Damen for months, was more circumspect, rising slowly. Guymar met Damens eyes. He spoke in Veretian, giving no sign that he had understood Akielon. So its true. You are Damianos of Akielos. Its true. Guymar purposefully spat, and for his trouble was backhanded hard across the face with a mailed fist by the Akielon soldier. Damen let it happen, aware of what would have happened if a man had spat on the ground in front of his father. Are you here to put us to the sword? Guymars words were spoken as his eyes returned to Damen. Damens gaze passed over him, then over Jord. He saw the grime on their faces, their drawn, tight expressions. Jord had been the Captain of the Princes Guard. He knew Guymar less well: Guymar had been a commander in Touarss army before hed defected to Laurents side. But both men had been ranked officers. It was why he had ordered them brought here. I want you to fight with me, said Damen. Akielos is here to stand by your side. Guymar let out a shaky breath. Fight with you? You will use our cooperation to take the fort. I already have the fort, said Damen. He said it calmly. You know the manner of man we face in the Regent, said Damen. Your men have a choice. They can remain prisoners at Ravenel, or they can ride with me to Charcy, and show the Regent we stand together. We dont stand together, said Guymar. You betrayed our Prince. And then, as though he almost couldnt bear to say it, You had him-- Take him out, said Damen, cutting it off. He dismissed the Akielon guards, too, and they filed out until the antechamber was deserted, except for the one man he allowed to stay. In Jords face was none of the mistrust or fear that had been stamped so clearly on the faces of the other Veretians, but a weary search for understanding. Damen said, I made him a promise. And when he learns who you are? said Jord. When he learns that he is facing Damianos on the field? Then he and I meet each other for the first time, said Damen. That was also a promise. * * * When it was done, he found himself pausing, his hand on the doorframe to catch his breath. He thought of his name, spreading through Ravenel, across the province, to its target. He had a sense of holding on, as though if he just held the fort, held these men together long enough to reach Charcy, then what followed-- He couldnt think about what followed, all he could do was keep to his promise. He pushed open the door and walked into the small hall. Nikandros turned when Damen entered, and their eyes met. Before Damen could speak, Nikandros went to one knee; not spontaneously as he had done in the courtyard, but deliberately, bending his head. The fort is yours, Nikandros said. My King. King. The ghost of his father seemed to prickle over his skin. It was his fathers title, but his father no longer sat on the throne at Ios. Looking at the bowed head of his friend, Damen realised it for the first time. He was no longer the young prince who had roamed the palace halls with Nikandros after a day spent wrestling together on the sawdust. There was no Prince Damianos. The self that he had been striving to return to was gone. To gain everything and lose everything in the space of a moment. That is the fate of all princes destined for the throne. Laurent had said that. Damen took in Nikandross familiar, classically Akielon features, his dark hair and brows, his olive face and straight Akielon nose. As children, they had run barefoot together through the palace. When hed imagined a return to Akielos, hed imagined greeting Nikandros, embracing him, heedless of the armour, like digging in his fingers and feeling in his fist the earth of his home. Instead, Nikandros knelt in an enemy fort, his sparse Akielon armour incongruous in the Veretian setting, and Damen felt the gulf of distance that separated them. Rise, said Damen. Old friend. He wanted to say so much. He felt it welling up inside him, a hundred moments when he had forced back the doubt that he would ever see Akielos, the high cliffs, the opaline sea, and the faces, like this one, of those that he called friend. I thought you dead, said Nikandros. I have mourned your passing. I lit the ekthanos and made the long walk at dawn when I thought you gone. Nikandros spoke still partly in wonder as he rose. Damianos, what happened to you? Damen thought of the so Description for Sales People The completely original third book in the trilogy, following Princes Gambit and Captive Prince (both Berkley). First two volumes were self-published sensations winning loyal readers worldwide. Male/male romance is a fast growing subgenre that has attracted a large number of readers. This genre is especially popular with female readers. Details ISBN0425273997 Author C.S. Pacat Short Title KINGS RISING Language English ISBN-10 0425273997 ISBN-13 9780425273999 Media Book Format Paperback Year 2016 Series The Captive Prince Trilogy Series Number 3 Publication Date 2016-02-02 UK Release Date 2016-02-02 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2016-02-02 NZ Release Date 2016-02-02 US Release Date 2016-02-02 Subtitle Book Three of the Captive Prince Trilogy Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. DEWEY 813.6 Audience General Pages 368 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:97243598;

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