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The Broken Empire Series Books 1 and 2: Prince of Thorns, King of Thorns
Mark Lawrence
Books one and two of the critically-acclaimed debut fantasy trilogy The Broken Empire by Mark Lawrence.This bundle includes Prince of Thorns and King of Thorns.From being a privileged royal child, raised by a loving mother, Jorg Ancrath has become the Prince of Thorns, a charming, immoral boy leading a grim band of outlaws in a series of raids and atrocities. The world is in chaos: violence is rife, nightmares everywhere. Jorg has the ability to master the living and the dead, but there is still one thing that puts a chill in him. Returning to his father's castle Jorg must confront horrors from his childhood and carve himself a future with all hands turned against him.Prince of Thorns and King of Thorns are the first two books in a remarkable new trilogy by one of fantasy fiction’s newest rising stars. Together, they weave a tale of blood and treachery, magic and brotherhood and paint a compelling and brutal, and sometimes beautiful, picture of an exceptional boy on his journey toward manhood and the throne.
Mark Lawrence
The Broken Empire Trilogy
Book 1: Prince of ThornsBook 2: King of Thorns
Table of Contents
Title Page (#u2f01fe8a-816c-5693-bbbf-751d0c7c6c38)
Prince of Thorns (#u87e22242-4a5c-5701-8540-4c00d19dc926)
King of Thorns (#uf76aff1e-c172-5ada-9af9-a4d67b2638dc)
About the Author (#uc1ff4d9b-6ab4-5335-bf5a-ef3f6ad11b71)
Also by Mark Lawrence (#uadcac470-a40a-5965-bd84-ebe38165501c)
Copyright (#u4aa60028-6268-5716-99aa-624604e6d95a)
About the Publisher (#uc65f38dc-c865-5aae-84e0-4a125cc0e25c)
Prince of Thorns
PRINCE OF THORNS
Book One of The Broken Empire
Mark Lawrence
To Celyn, the best parts were never broken.
Table of Contents
Title Page (#ufaa9a4c9-5242-5713-9eec-eea632c8b3bd)
Dedication (#ub22117d9-0561-5359-9c6f-16fd3a9d4539)
Map (#u29774b6b-dc51-5654-b049-e9c857b82cc4)
Chapter 1 (#u4e156104-2e5e-5ad0-84ad-b562ad99da3a)
Chapter 2 (#u406d2b70-c34a-5b92-8ca2-00ebdc6384d8)
Chapter 3 (#u156ca222-668a-58c8-bb77-88e276f9cd13)
Chapter 4 (#uc42e6167-e958-57ed-bd80-2e8b226d2960)
Chapter 5 (#ucffed3ba-47ba-559c-96fb-ba37a7771554)
Chapter 6 (#u4d98970c-57b8-5c81-a6ec-3d560b328ac7)
Chapter 7 (#u9a5b55e1-90f2-5fb1-9745-62711fd1e92d)
Chapter 8 (#u5201ec75-6535-5513-be09-667d8c4c8a72)
Chapter 9 (#uac35cbb4-b921-5692-b13c-eebb31225214)
Chapter 10 (#u5937c318-8691-5131-bd8b-c3938eb1c76f)
Chapter 11 (#u79463ff4-ce0e-5780-873b-3b8a9a9d894f)
Chapter 12 (#u8c738473-1445-582a-97fb-8464da503763)
Chapter 13 (#ube08a88b-5e47-56ba-973c-e7634c8ebdeb)
Chapter 14 (#u839326ab-0935-5cfc-8e0a-06570817891a)
Chapter 15 (#ucdcab1ed-bcac-5762-ac3d-ea11955ad5ca)
Chapter 16 (#u688cfea8-d800-55df-a029-5505ae32fde3)
Chapter 17 (#u8c4d95ac-d38f-5cc9-be55-46ba9d3a236a)
Chapter 18 (#ub2fba7fe-256d-56ff-8855-f022005e1b6e)
Chapter 19 (#ubbd80cfb-d3f2-5a4e-96cb-638cfa9851f5)
Chapter 20 (#uf5f09e63-c5cb-5a85-aab1-918cf790bf75)
Chapter 21 (#uc3c1484b-be05-5b0f-ae05-e211bd133d63)
Chapter 22 (#u665d0605-8c8b-5784-ac1e-ac0cdea92a26)
Chapter 23 (#u3b570cb8-c9f3-5b7d-913f-edc95c58aa23)
Chapter 24 (#u4e4c1833-36c2-50bf-933e-271b33947062)
Chapter 25 (#uaa9e90f6-900e-5076-bcd1-3947ad75a4a9)
Chapter 26 (#ueef2a99d-121c-5c2c-95b9-aecc94a35df8)
Chapter 27 (#uab6c9f90-0a4a-59c8-8341-72ff37e7510d)
Chapter 28 (#u772fa116-313d-5983-9142-590946316bca)
Chapter 29 (#ue51f9fe4-1a1d-511f-9df4-1a0325b640a6)
Chapter 30 (#ue347e6ac-dea1-51de-af7c-fb3972a27b9f)
Chapter 31 (#u063bf323-1b49-52ec-8882-a60704bf6fe1)
Chapter 32 (#u341a8df6-9578-58f5-9a01-0d42eaa6b1ba)
Chapter 33 (#ubb1eedbd-545c-5178-9e4a-501894688bae)
Chapter 34 (#u970700b8-50bf-5e20-93c9-b2c2bed2ac19)
Chapter 35 (#ued408df1-b09b-5011-9bf0-9c9dd35ebab2)
Chapter 36 (#u4ed01732-de49-5867-9d51-5a976b9253f1)
Chapter 37 (#u00b366bf-4964-5080-964e-346eda276790)
Chapter 38 (#ucc4fc225-e793-5e9f-8c4e-9850c9e60f68)
Chapter 39 (#u73d49e69-5128-5fab-90d4-1090e5c2f662)
Chapter 40 (#u7704011b-a038-5071-ac6f-0c9b47fccb0a)
Chapter 41 (#ubbe11e23-8572-5cdc-a1b1-0cfbd055c402)
Chapter 42 (#uecd9ea26-eb0f-5386-b1c8-9301a266cee7)
Chapter 43 (#u8a801db2-603a-5465-8626-dd685e458c81)
Chapter 44 (#u705a0523-dd4c-5291-a959-f176e26141d2)
Chapter 45 (#u13d837e4-b0e2-5814-9b7c-83092a8512a9)
Chapter 46 (#u3dfe34e6-f7bc-5522-9a7e-5da83811af5f)
Chapter 47 (#uf1527c2a-a4eb-52a0-beea-0d13de5eea04)
Chapter 48 (#u369b8a9d-8437-5705-bc4c-81ad84c51f46)
Chapter 49 (#ucc0970e9-dbbc-54a8-b06b-0aa1ef7e04b5)
Acknowledgments (#u4658f056-ad0d-5de8-b5c7-3e454593d130)
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1
Ravens! Always the ravens. They settled on the gables of the church even before the injured became the dead. Even before Rike had finished taking fingers from hands, and rings from fingers. I leaned back against the gallows-post and nodded to the birds, a dozen of them in a black line, wise-eyed and watching.
The town-square ran red. Blood in the gutters, blood on the flagstones, blood in the fountain. The corpses posed as corpses do. Some comical, reaching for the sky with missing fingers, some peaceful, coiled about their wounds. Flies rose above the wounded as they struggled. This way and that, some blind, some sly, all betrayed by their buzzing entourage.
‘Water! Water!’ It’s always water with the dying. Strange, it’s killing that gives me a thirst.
And that was Mabberton. Two hundred dead farmers lying with their scythes and axes. You know, I warned them that we do this for a living. I said it to their leader, Bovid Tor. I gave them that chance, I always do. But no. They wanted blood and slaughter. And they got it.
War, my friends, is a thing of beauty. Those as says otherwise are losing. If I’d bothered to go over to old Bovid, propped up against the fountain with his guts in his lap, he’d probably take a contrary view. But look where disagreeing got him.
‘Shit-poor farm maggots.’ Rike discarded a handful of fingers over Bovid’s open belly. He came to me, holding out his takings, as if it was my fault. ‘Look! One gold ring. One! A whole village and one fecking gold ring. I’d like to set the bastards up and knock ’em down again. Fecking bog-farmers.’
He would too: he was an evil bastard, and greedy with it. I held his eye. ‘Settle down, Brother Rike. There’s more than one kind of gold in Mabberton.’
I gave him my warning look. His cursing stole the magic from the scene; besides, I had to be stern with him. Rike was always on the edge after a battle, wanting more. I gave him a look that told him I had more. More than he could handle. He grumbled, stowed his bloody ring, and thrust his knife back in his belt.
Makin came up then and flung an arm about each of us, clapping gauntlet to shoulder-plate. If Makin had a skill, then smoothing things over was it.
‘Brother Jorg is right, Little Rikey. There’s treasure aplenty to be found.’ He was wont to call Rike ‘Little Rikey’, on account of him being a head taller than any of us and twice as wide. Makin always told jokes. He’d tell them to those as he killed, if they gave him time. Liked to see them go out with a smile.
‘What treasure?’ Rike wanted to know, still surly.
‘When you get farmers, what else do you always get, Little Rikey?’ Makin raised his eyebrows all suggestive.
Rike lifted his visor, treating us to his ugly face. Well brutal more than ugly. I think the scars improved him. ‘Cows?’
Makin pursed his lips. I never liked his lips, too thick and fleshy, but I forgave him that, for his joking and his deathly work with that flail of his. ‘Well, you can have the cows, Little Rikey. Me, I’m going to find a farmer’s daughter or three, before the others use them all up.’
They went off then, Rike doing that laugh of his – ‘hur, hur, hur’ – as if he was trying to cough a fishbone out.
I watched them force the door to Bovid’s place opposite the church, a fine house, high roofed with wooden slates and a little flower garden in front. Bovid followed them with his eyes, but he couldn’t turn his head.
I looked at the ravens, I watched Gemt and his halfwit brother, Maical, taking heads, Maical with the cart and Gemt with the axe. A thing of beauty, I tell you. At least to look at. I’ll agree war smells bad. But, we’d torch the place soon enough and the stink would all turn to wood-smoke. Gold rings? I needed no more payment.
‘Boy!’ Bovid called out, his voice all hollow like, and weak.
I went to stand before him, leaning on my sword, tired in my arms and legs all of a sudden. ‘Best speak your piece quickly, farmer. Brother Gemt’s a-coming with his axe. Chop-chop.’
He didn’t seem too worried. It’s hard to worry a man so close to the worm-feast. Still it irked me that he held me so lightly and called me ‘boy’. ‘Do you have daughters, farmer? Hiding in the cellar maybe? Old Rike will sniff them out.’
Bovid looked up sharp at that, pained and sharp. ‘H-how old are you, boy?’
Again the ‘boy’. ‘Old enough to slit you open like a fat purse,’ I said, getting angry now. I don’t like to get angry. It makes me angry. I don’t think he caught even that. I don’t think he even knew it was me that opened him up not half an hour before.
‘Fifteen summers, no more. Couldn’t be more …’ His words came slow, from blue lips in a white face.
Out by two, I would have told him, but he’d gone past hearing. The cart creaked up behind me, and Gemt came along with his axe dripping.
‘Take his head,’ I told them. ‘Leave his fat belly for the ravens.’
Fifteen! I’d hardly be fifteen and rousting villages.
