The Liar's Key (The Red Queen's War)

By Mark Lawrence

From the foreign bestselling writer of the damaged Empire Trilogy, the crimson Queen’s struggle continues...
 
After harrowing experience and close to loss of life, Prince Jalan Kendeth and the Viking Snorri ver Snagason locate themselves in ownership of Loki’s key, an artifact able to beginning any door and sought by way of the main risky beings within the damaged Empire—including the lifeless King.
 
Jal desires basically to come domestic to his wine, girls, and music, yet Snorri has his personal objective for the most important: to discover the very door into dying, throw it extensive, and convey his relations again into the land of the living.
 
And as Snorri prepares for his quest to discover death’s door, Jal’s grandmother, the pink Queen, maintains to control kings and pawns in the direction of an endgame of her personal layout…

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I requested back. not anyone is going to Osheim. And there’s a bloody stable reason behind it. “The hurricane blew us east. We’re fifty miles earlier Maladon. ” Snorri puffed his cheeks out and appeared around the sea. “You alright? ” I patted myself down. No significant accidents. “No,” I acknowledged. “You’re wonderful. ” Snorri allow cross of me and that i controlled to not fall. “Kara’s down the seashore with Tutt. He reduce his leg at the rocks. fortunate it’s now not damaged. ” “Seriously, Osheim? ” Snorri nodded and trigger again, jogging the place the waves swept the sand, each one of his footprints erased prior to he’d taken one other ten steps. I spat a few extra grit and a decent-sized pebble from my mouth and with a sigh. The developers left us various reminders in their period. Reminders that even an individual like me, whose fundamental use for heritage books used to be for beating smaller princelings round the head with, may perhaps not often forget about. a guy who overlooked the borders of Promised Land could locate his pores and skin falling off whereas twisted monsters ate his face. The Engine of mistaken in Atta, the bridges and towers nonetheless left scattered around the continent, the Vault of Voices in Orlanth, the time bubbles at the Bremmer Slopes, or the final Warrior—trapped on Brit . . . these kinds of have been popular, yet none despatched a similar shiver up my backbone because the Wheel of Osheim. It appeared that just about each fairy story our nurses had spun to entertain my brothers and me once we have been small had occurred in Osheim. The worst of them occurred closest to the Wheel. The stories Martus demanded, the main bloody and such a lot twisted, started, “Once upon a time, no longer faraway from the Wheel of Osheim,” and from there on it was once time to conceal in the back of your fingers or disguise your ears. Come to consider it, the ladies who sorted us once we have been little have been an evil bunch of outdated witches. they need to were hanged, the lot of them, now not set to observe over the sons of a cardinal. •   •   • We sheltered in a dell at the back of the headlands, Snorri and me, whereas Kara poked round at the close by heath and Tuttugu lower back to the seashore to work out what may be salvaged from the destroy or mendacity washed up at the sands. Tuttugu’s leg nonetheless bore an offended pink scar, yet Snorri’s therapeutic contact had rendered it serviceable, ultimate an unsightly wound that had grew to become my belly to examine. the trouble had left Snorri flat on his again yet some distance much less incapacitated than on different events and ahead of lengthy he was once sitting as much as mess around along with his awl. metal and saltwater are a terrible combine and no warrior will go away his blade rainy. I watched him paintings, pursing my lips. His speedy restoration struck me as atypical because the Silent Sister’s spell used to be alleged to have light over the wintry weather based on Skilfar, and such issues might be more durable, no more effortless. “Eggs. ” Kara got here again from rummaging around the heather-covered slope in the back of us. In her cupped palms part a dozen blue gulls’ eggs. you'll most likely tip the contents of them all right into a decent-sized chicken’s egg and never fill it. She sat down on grass among Snorri and me, crossing her lengthy legs, naked and scratched and dirty and scrumptious.

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