The Du Lac Chronicles
Amazon #1
Best Seller in Young Adult Medieval Fiction
“An evocative, timeless saga of love and betrayal, it has
rivalry and treachery enough for any ‘Game of Thrones’ aficionado.” Tony
Riches, Best Selling author of The Tudor Trilogy.
A generation
after Arthur Pendragon ruled, Briton lies fragmented into warring kingdoms and
principalities.
“It is dangerous to become attached to
a du Lac. He will break your heart, and you will not recover.”
So prophesies a wizened healer to
Annis, daughter of King Cerdic of Wessex. If there is truth in the old crone’s
words, they come far too late for Annis, who defies father, king, and country
to save the man she loves.
Alden du Lac, once king of Cerniw, has
nothing. Betrayed by Cerdic, Alden’s kingdom lies in rubble, his fort razed to
the ground and his brother Merton missing, presumably dead. He has only one
possession left worth saving: his heart. And to the horror of his few remaining
allies, he gives that to the daughter of his enemy. They see Annis, at best, as
a bargaining chip to avoid war with her powerful father. At worst, they see a Saxon
witch with her claws in a broken, wounded king.
Alden has one hope: When you war with
one du Lac, you war with them all. His brother Budic, King of Brittany, could
offer the deposed young king sanctuary—but whether he will offer the same
courtesy to Annis is far less certain.
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Book Extract.
“Alden murdered my niece
and now he turns my daughter into a whore,” Cerdic snarled.
“I never knew marriage
made one a whore. Thank you so much for enlightening me. I knew there was a
reason I was avoiding nuptials.”
“Don’t mock me, boy,”
Cerdic spat.
“Alden played no part in
Edmee’s death,” Merton said.
“I have no reason to
believe you.”
“You have no reason not
to, either. Turn your boat around, take your men home and withdraw from Cerniw.
That is Budic’s request and my advice.”
“And if I don’t?” Cerdic
snapped.
“You may choose the
battleground: Cerniw or Brittany - Wessex, even. Today or tomorrow, it
makes no difference.”
Cerdic snorted. “Budic
would let me choose the battleground?” He shook his head. “Then your brother is
mad. You are all mad.”
“Yes, I fear you are
right. You have until sunset. If your ships are still here, then we will see
each other again on the battlefield. Take your ships and go, My Lord.” Merton
tilted his head in a half-hearted show of respect and slowly backed away, before
turning around and leisurely making his way to where his guards were waiting
for him. He did not fear that bastard. In fact, he longed to pick a fight with
him. Any excuse to kill him. Leaving him standing there, alive, was not
something he wanted to do.
“And if I don’t?” Cerdic
asked.
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