Bøker av P D Ball

I don't know if I can make it this time. The mages are hunting me. They betrayed our army, killed Morry. With his last breath, Etienne told me to go to this temple, far up north. It held the answers I needed. Where I came from, who I was, why I had terrifying, destructive power. Tools to fight the mages. But it's not safe between here and there. Monsters stalk the forests and enemy armies are tearing my kingdom apart. And I am alone. I don't know if I can make it to the temple. But I have to. I have to.

Firmly in control of Bechalle's castle and duchy, autumn and winter looked to be safe and secure, time to recoup and recover. To train hard, introduce new weapons technology, to strengthen my army. Yet the upcoming coronation brought trouble and danger. The powerful Laemacian emperor to the northeast demanding I marry him, or he'll conquer my lands. The mighty Barclay church, whose Father Inquisitor I killed, demanding a harsh penance. My own earls, enraged that a girl leads the kingdom, working behind my back to rid themselves of me. Worse, if you're me, suitors from all over the kingdom began arriving, making their case for marriage. Because of Brin, that meant wearing hated dresses and make-up and being a cute girl princess to grumpily receive them. On top of all this, uncontrollable magic growing inside me threatened my very existence and everyone around me. If I told the mages, they'd kill me. If I confessed to my friends, they'd likewise face death. Nowhere to go, no one to confide in, no help coming. This was my life now.---It's been so long that Princess Cayce is close to letting the game theory go. And that means surviving in this world, relying on her army. But changing the kingdom through new technologies might not be the solution Cayce thinks it is. Rather, court intrigue and politics opens up a new world of deadly realpolitik - one that she only slowly realizes she's living in.

There's a lot wrong with the world I find myself in. The earls are angry about the knighthood, worried about my blood-ties to a foreign power, and likely working behind my back to take the kingdom for themselves. The suitors ever vying for my attention, my hand in marriage. The crazy behavior of the foxes and ravens and crows who seek me out just to bow. And the coming war. All these I could handle, well almost handle, but for the raging magic inside me. Powerful, angry, wanting out. And I feel it. Want to release it! Yet using magic would not only guarantee that the mages would hunt me down, it would endanger everyone around me. And I just couldn't let that happen. But when did this world give me a choice?