Sword of Darkness

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Overview

The new king of Camelot wears no shining armor: Arthur and his knights have fallen and a new king rules.

In the darkest forest '

A scared, forsaken youth has become the most powerful ' and feared ' man in the world. Ruthless and unrestrained, Kerrigan has long ceased to be human.

In the heart of London '

A spirited peasant mired in drudgery, Seren dreams of becoming her own woman, but never expects that by fleeing her fate, she will meet her destiny.

Their worlds are forever changed '

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Bio of Kinley MacGregor

#1 New York Times bestselling author Kinley MacGregor/Sherrilyn Kenyon lives a life of extraordinary danger...as does any woman with three sons, a husband, a menagerie of pets, and a collection of swords that all of the above have a major fixation with. But when not running interference (or dashing off to the emergency room), she can be found chained to her computer, where she likes to play with all her imaginary friends. With more than sixteen million copies of her books in print in over thirty countries, she certainly has a lot of friends to play with, too. Writing as Kinley MacGregor and Sherrilyn Kenyon, she is an international phenomenon and the author of several series, including The Dark-Hunters, The League, Brotherhood of the Sword, Lords of Avalon, and Nevermore. Her books always appear at the top of The New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today lists. She is also the first paranormal genre author to put a paranormal novel on The New York Times print list and to make an international bestselling list--the first to hit #1 more than once and the only one to land in that spot four times in a single year, or to spend more than one week in the #1 spot. Her first paranormal novel sold in 1992, making her one of the longest-writing authors in the genre. The Kenyon Minions are a million strong and growing every day, all over the world. Join in the fun!

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Imprint

HarperCollins

Filesize

566.77 KB

Number of Pages

384

eBook ISBN

9780061174247

Excerpt from: Sword of Darkness by Kinley MacGregor

Seren stood before the aged guild masters with all her hopes showing brightly on her face as they examined the workmanship of her precious scarlet cloth. They reminded her of a group of crows, swathed in black, gathered over their latest victim. But not even that thought could dampen her hopes that they each held in their gnarled hands.

For the whole of the last year, she had worked diligently on the scarlet cloth they examined, using every spare coin, every spare moment to prepare it. Like a woman possessed, she had dragged out her mother's old wooden loom at night and worked with only the firelight to guide her.

With every brush of her comb, every thread, she had felt the power of her creation.

It was perfect. There were no discrepancies in the dye or stitches.

Truly, it was a masterpiece.

And if they accepted it, then she would finally be a journeywoman and a guild member. At long last, she would be her own person! All her dreams of freedom and of being paid coin for her hard work would come true. There would be no more days of working from sunup to sundown for room and board from Master Rufus, of having to scrub clothes late at night for Mistress Maude to pay for her supplies.

She could sell her own cloth '

She could '

"Not good enough."

Seren blinked at the harsh pronouncement as she stared at the four men before her. "P-pardon "

"Not good enough," the master craftsman said with a curl to his lips as he looked at her work. "I wouldn't use it for a horse blanket."

Seren couldn't breathe as her heart shrank. Nay! He was wrong. He had to be. "But I ' "

"Take it," he said, tossing the cloth at her. "Come back to us when you're worthy of the trade."

The red cloth stung her face from the force of his throw. Unable to move, she stood there with it falling from her head to her arms. Instinctively, she held it to her even though she didn't know why she bothered to protect it since it was now worthless to her.

Her soul cried out in disappointment as all her dreams withered and died in the cold room.

How could they say such a thing about her work It was a lie. She knew it. Her cloth was perfect.