The Awakened Mage (Kingmaker, Kingbreaker) by Karen Miller

Author:Karen Miller
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Magic, Demonoid Upload 4, Fantasy fiction, General, Fiction, Fantasy, Epic, Good and evil
ISBN: 9780316067812
Publisher: Orbit
Published: 2007-10-01T07:11:19+00:00

The Olken councilors were moaning. Covering their faces with trembling hands and rocking on then haunches. Every Doranen eye was upon them, and the looks were far from friendly. "In his lust for a power that was never meant for him, Asher has endangered the life of every soul in this kingdom," said Morg. Letting his words bite now, like the tip of a lash. "And every Olken who encouraged him to think he was more than an Olken bears a share of his guilt. Fear notI will not punish the undeserving. But I tell you here and now, guild meisters and mistresses of Lur: look hard at your people. Examine their behaviors. For henceforth I hold you accountable, and will see you answer for their sins." Not a sound from the Olken. And if any one of them had harbored some lingering affection for Asher, the looks on their faces told him it was stone dead now. He hid a smile. Holze said, "And what of the Wall, Your Majesty? What of the WeatherWorking?" "History shows us we have a period of grace," he replied. "Some short time to live without WeatherWorking before we are undone. Therefore I.shall withdraw from the public eye, that I might take into myself the Weather Magics and study how best to apply them. To undo the damage Asher has wreaked and avert a dire disaster." Now it was Payne Sorvold who spoke. "You'll require a Master Magician . . . Your Majesty." He nodded. "I shall appoint Durm's successor once this crisis is past, Lord Sorvold. For now all I need to help me restore our beloved kingdom is contained in his books and journals. Have no fear, sir. I shall prevail." Sorvold nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. And what of Your Majesty's Privy Council?" He felt his expression harden. "It too must wait until the crisis is past." He unpinned his gaze from Sorvold's frowning face and swept it around the hall. "Good people, do you not yet understand? By the merest whisper have we escaped a disaster of Asher's making. Life as once we knew it has changed. Perhaps forever. Listen, now, as I explain more fully what I mean..." Carted back to the Tower like so much lumber, Gar stifled a groan when he saw Darran waiting for him on his palatial prison's front steps. Even dredged up a smile as the old man bowed and insisted on opening the carriage door for him. The gesture came hard, though. Any brief satisfaction he'd felt in defying Conroyd before the General Council, of warning him to leave the Olken alone, had faded. All he felt now was ill, and tired, and desperately sad. "Well, old friend, it's done," he said, as Conroyd's carriage rattled away. "I am again Prince Gar the Magickless." There were tears in Darran's eyes. "Yes, sir." He willed his own eyes to stay dry. Forced his voice to remain steady and strong. "It's for the best. What cap any of this be but Barl's will, after all? My magic is gone, and that's hardly Conroyd's fault.

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