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.
“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.
Pick up your copy of The Du Lac Chronicles today!
Post a Comment
See you on your next coffee break!
Mary Anne xxx