Resultados para "The Broken King" en Ciencia ficción y fantasía

Après que mes origines non-humaines ont été découvertes par les Gardes de la Reine du Crépuscule, j’ai été vendue au Roi des Elfes pour éponger ma dette. Me voilà donc engagée pour cinq ans comme assistante personnelle du Roi, une position bien plus compliquée que prévu. En plus de risquer ma vie chaque jour, son conseil m’a confié la mission de lui trouver une épouse. Sans un mariage approprié, il ne pourra financer sa guerre contre la Reine du Crépuscule. Le Roi a tout pour plaire et nombreuses sont les candidates de haut-rang, pourtant il refuse toutes mes propositions.

A Shadow Man is stalking the children of Ard, leaving the dead lying in the forest with their eyes black pits. The people are in a panic, but the investigating Ruad philosophers have no explanation. Seeking someone to blame, the people of the ancient city of Ard demand the head of the most dangerous person in their midst, the giant Waylaid. Once great among the Fomor - a prince, a sorcerer, a priest - Waylaid has been cast out by his people. He has come to Ard with his Bolg apprentice, Piju, to live quietly and study in Brea’s library.

Being the first-born in royalty meant Alexander was destined to be king. But he did not want that; he does not want to be king. He wants to leave his kingdom and responsibilities behind. He wants freedom. He has four younger brothers and a sister, all of whom would succeed better at the role. He would do anything to stop his coronation. On the harrowing day, the worst happens. His youngest brother falls dead before the crown sits on Alexander's head. As death hovers over the kingdom of Tavia, Alexander goes on a self-proclaimed mission to find the culprit.

I never should have taken that loan but my aunt needed meds I couldn’t afford. Now I’ve been sold to slavery and the Nightfall Queen’s guards have found out I’m not entirely human. I guess I’m lucky they didn’t kill me. The next thing I hear is that the Elf King himself has bought me, and I’m to be transferred to his castle. It will take me five years to pay off the debt but I get to be his personal assistant. Personal assistant to the king. That can’t be so bad, right? Oh how wrong I was.

Nine years ago, he broke my heart and never returned. I vowed to forget him...if only I could. When I was a child, I fell in love with a Dakkari boy. The prince of our clan. Rukkar, we called him. For he was destined to become the greatest horde king of our time. He was Kiran of Rath Okkili. My friend. My strong, unyielding protector. His mischievous smile and golden eyes made my heart flutter and my soul sing. And just when I began to believe he returned my love...he shattered me so completely and never once looked back to see how I’d survived.