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The complete, critically-acclaimed debut fantasy trilogy: The Broken Empire by Mark Lawrence. This bundle includes PRINCE OF THORNS, KING OF THORNS . BOOK ONE IN THE BROKEN EMPIRE TRILOGY"Prince of Thorns deserves attention as the work of an iconoclast who seems determined to turn that familiar . Broken Empire (Series). Book 3. Mark Lawrence Author James Clamp Narrator ( ). cover image of Prince of Thorns, King of Thorns, Emperor of Thorns.
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Dust rose behind us when we rode in; smoke when we rode out. Where he found samite in Mabberton I never did get to know.
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He did. Rike had a hunger for it. Hungry like the fire. The flames fair ate up Mabberton. I put the torch to the thatched inn, and the fire chased us out. Just one more bloody day in the years' long death throes of our broken empire. Makin wiped at his sweat, smearing himself all over with sootstripes.
He had a talent for getting dirty, did Makin. Old enough to pay a call on his daughters. The fat girl had a lot to say, just like her father. Screeched like a barn owl: I liked the older one better. She was quiet enough. So quiet you'd give a twist here or there just to check she hadn't died of fright.
Though I don't suppose either of them was quiet when the fire reached them. Gemt rode up and spoiled my imaginings. You shouldn'ta burned it. We let him ride the old grey with the cart hitched up. The grey wouldn't leave the road. That horse was cleverer than Maical. Gemt always wanted to point stuff out. Right then. Just to lean out and plant it in his neck. What say you, Brother Gemt? Bubble, bubble? Shouldn'ta stabbed your bulgy old Adam's apple?
Got to put that fire out. He went red as a beet if you crossed him. That red face just made me want to kill him even more. I didn't, though. You got responsibilities when you're a leader. You got a responsibility not to kill too many of your men. Or who're you going to lead?
The column bunched up around us, the way it always did when something was up.
I pulled on Gerrod's reins and he stopped with a snicker and a stamp. I watched Gemt and waited. Waited until all thirty-eight of my brothers gathered around, and Gemt got so red you'd think his ears would bleed. I asked it in my quiet voice and they all hushed to hear.
Do I keep secrets from you, my brothers? Fat Burlow came up on my right, on my left the Nuban with his teeth so white in that soot-black face.
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He knows what should be and what is. How we going to get there? Near forty of us on our fine oh-so-stolen horses? He could see where I was going. I couldn't read him, but I let him read me. Fat Burlow ain't stupid. His jowls quiver when he speaks, but he ain't stupid. I didn't need to, but I wanted it. He danced pretty enough too, bubble bubble on his blood, and fell off his horse.
His red face went pale quick enough. Gemt just chose a bad moment. Whatever broke Brother Maical left the outside untouched. He looked as solid and as tough and as sour as the rest of them.
Until you asked him a question.
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We'd have camped by the gibbet in any case, but Makin had ridden on ahead to check the ground. I thought the news that two of the four gibbet cages held live prisoners would cheer the brothers. He'd tired himself out, and a tired Little Rikey always sees a gibbet as half empty. I could see some of the lads exchanging coin on their bets.
The Lich Road is as boring as a Sunday sermon. It runs straight and level. So straight it gets so as you'd kill for a left turn or a right turn. So level you'd cheer a slope. And on every side, marsh, midges, midges and more marsh.
On the Lich Road it didn't get any better than two caged wrigglers on a gibbet. Strange that I didn't think to question what business a gibbet had standing out there in the middle of nowhere. I took it as a bounty.
Somebody had left their prisoners to die, dangling in cages at the roadside. A strange spot to choose, but free entertainment for my little band nonetheless. The brothers were eager, so I nudged Gerrod into a trot. A good horse, Gerrod. He shook off his weariness and clattered along. There's no road like the Lich Road for clattering along.