The Crown Conspiracy by Michael J. Sullivan (life changing books to read txt) 📕
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The Crown Conspiracy is a heroic adventure suitable for both young adult readers and general audiences and is reminiscent of Harry Potter and C.S. Lewis. The main characters are Royce Melborn, a skilled thief, and his mercenary partner, Hadrian Blackwater. The two make a profitable living carrying out dangerous assignments for conspiring nobles until they become the unwitting scapegoats in the murder of the king. Sentenced to death, they have only one way out…and so begins this epic tale of treachery and adventure, sword fighting and magic, myth and legend.
The Crown Conspiracy is book one of the multi-book saga: The Riyria Revelations. The series is told through six novels conceived as a single epic tale. Across the entire chronicle, mysteries build, characters evolve, and plots thicken, but each is self-contained and can be read independently of one another. The second book Avempartha is scheduled for release from Aspirations Media, Inc in April 2009.
Michael’s work is already receiving acclaim as The Crown Conspiracy was recognized May 30th, at the national BookExpo exposition in Los Angeles when Foreword Magazine named it a 2007 Book of the Year Finalist for fantasy and science fiction.
The Crown Conspiracy is book one of the multi-book saga: The Riyria Revelations. The series is told through six novels conceived as a single epic tale. Across the entire chronicle, mysteries build, characters evolve, and plots thicken, but each is self-contained and can be read independently of one another. The second book Avempartha is scheduled for release from Aspirations Media, Inc in April 2009.
Michael’s work is already receiving acclaim as The Crown Conspiracy was recognized May 30th, at the national BookExpo exposition in Los Angeles when Foreword Magazine named it a 2007 Book of the Year Finalist for fantasy and science fiction.
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days off, and now you’ve signed us up for a new one.” Royce sighed. “You say DeWitt was scared?”
“He was sweating.”
“So, that’s what this is really about. You want to take the job because it’s for a good cause. You think risking our necks is worth it so long as we can pat ourselves on the back afterwards.”
“Pickering will kill him—you know it. And he’s not the first.”
“He won’t be the last either.”
Hadrian sighed and, folding his arms across his chest, sat back in his chair. “You’re right; there will be others. So, imagine we pinch the sword and get rid of the damn thing. The count never sees it again. Think of all the happy men who could finally look at Belinda without fear.”
Royce chuckled. “So, now it’s a public service?”
“And there is the two hundred gold tenents,” Hadrian added. “That’s more money than we’ve made all year. Cold weather is coming, and with that coin, we could sit out the winter.”
“Well, at least now you are talking some sense. That would be nice,” Royce admitted.
“And it’s only a couple hours of work, just a quick climb and grab. You’re the one always telling me how bad the security is at Essendon Castle. We’ll be done and in bed before dawn.”
Royce bit his lower lip and grimaced, refusing to look at Hadrian.
Hadrian saw his opening and pressed his advantage. “You remember how cold it was on top of that tower. Just think how cold it will be in a few months. You can spend the winter safe and warm, eating richly and drinking your favorite wine. Then of course,” Hadrian leaned closer, “there’s the snow. You know how you hate the snow.”
“All right, all right. Grab the gear. I’ll meet you in the alley.”
Hadrian smiled. “I knew there was a heart in there somewhere.”
-- 5 --
Outside, the night was even colder than it had been. A slick frost formed on the roads. Winter snows would indeed be falling soon. Despite what Hadrian thought, Royce did not actually hate snow. He liked the way it blanketed the Lower Quarter, dressing it up in an elegant white gown. Nevertheless, its beauty came with a cost; tracks remained in snow and made his job much harder. Hadrian was right, after tonight they would have enough cash set aside to spend the whole winter in quiet hibernation. With that much money, they could even consider opening a legitimate business. He thought about it every time they scored big, and he and Hadrian discussed it on more than one occasion. A year ago, they talked seriously about opening a winery, but it did not suit them. That was always the problem. Neither could think of any lawful business that was right for them.
He stopped in front of Medford House. Appearing to grow out of The Rose and Thorn, The House was nearly as large as the tavern. Gwen had linked the two buildings by additions so customers could move back and forth freely without exposing themselves to the elements, or public scrutiny. Gwen DeLancy was a genius. He had never known anyone like her. She was clever and intelligent beyond reason, and she was more open and sincere than anyone he had ever met. She was a paradox to him, an impossible mystery he could not solve—she was an honest person.
“I thought you might stop by,” Gwen said, stepping out onto the porch of The House and wrapping a cape about her shoulders. “I was watching for you through the doorway.”
“You have good eyes. Most people never see me when I walk a dark street.”
“You must have wanted to be seen then. You were coming to visit me, weren’t you?”
“I just wanted to be sure you received your portion of the payment last night.”
Gwen smiled. As she did, Royce could not help but notice how beautifully her hair shimmered in the moonlight.
“Royce, you know you don’t have to pay me. I’d give you anything you asked for.”
“No,” Royce insisted. “We use your place as a base. It’s dangerous, and for that, you get a part of the profit. We’ve been over this.”
She stepped closer and took his hand. Her touch was soothingly warm amidst the chilling air. “I also wouldn’t own The Rose and Thorn if it wasn’t for you. There’s a very good chance I wouldn’t even be alive.”
“I have no idea what you speak of, your ladyship,” Royce said as he performed a formal bow. “I can prove I wasn’t even in town that night.”
She stared at him with the same smile. He loved to see her happy, but now her brilliant green eyes searched for something, and Royce turned away, letting go of her hand.
“Listen, Hadrian and I are taking that job. We have to do it tonight so I need to—”
“You’re a strange man, Royce Melborn. I wonder if I’ll ever really know you.”
Royce paused and then softly said, “You already know me better than any woman should, more than is safe for either of us.”
Gwen stepped toward him again, her heeled shoes crunching on the frosty ground, her eyes intense with pleading. “Be careful, won’t you?”
“I always am.”
With his cloak billowing in the wind, he walked away. She watched him until he entered a shadow and was gone.
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“He was sweating.”
“So, that’s what this is really about. You want to take the job because it’s for a good cause. You think risking our necks is worth it so long as we can pat ourselves on the back afterwards.”
“Pickering will kill him—you know it. And he’s not the first.”
“He won’t be the last either.”
Hadrian sighed and, folding his arms across his chest, sat back in his chair. “You’re right; there will be others. So, imagine we pinch the sword and get rid of the damn thing. The count never sees it again. Think of all the happy men who could finally look at Belinda without fear.”
Royce chuckled. “So, now it’s a public service?”
“And there is the two hundred gold tenents,” Hadrian added. “That’s more money than we’ve made all year. Cold weather is coming, and with that coin, we could sit out the winter.”
“Well, at least now you are talking some sense. That would be nice,” Royce admitted.
“And it’s only a couple hours of work, just a quick climb and grab. You’re the one always telling me how bad the security is at Essendon Castle. We’ll be done and in bed before dawn.”
Royce bit his lower lip and grimaced, refusing to look at Hadrian.
Hadrian saw his opening and pressed his advantage. “You remember how cold it was on top of that tower. Just think how cold it will be in a few months. You can spend the winter safe and warm, eating richly and drinking your favorite wine. Then of course,” Hadrian leaned closer, “there’s the snow. You know how you hate the snow.”
“All right, all right. Grab the gear. I’ll meet you in the alley.”
Hadrian smiled. “I knew there was a heart in there somewhere.”
-- 5 --
Outside, the night was even colder than it had been. A slick frost formed on the roads. Winter snows would indeed be falling soon. Despite what Hadrian thought, Royce did not actually hate snow. He liked the way it blanketed the Lower Quarter, dressing it up in an elegant white gown. Nevertheless, its beauty came with a cost; tracks remained in snow and made his job much harder. Hadrian was right, after tonight they would have enough cash set aside to spend the whole winter in quiet hibernation. With that much money, they could even consider opening a legitimate business. He thought about it every time they scored big, and he and Hadrian discussed it on more than one occasion. A year ago, they talked seriously about opening a winery, but it did not suit them. That was always the problem. Neither could think of any lawful business that was right for them.
He stopped in front of Medford House. Appearing to grow out of The Rose and Thorn, The House was nearly as large as the tavern. Gwen had linked the two buildings by additions so customers could move back and forth freely without exposing themselves to the elements, or public scrutiny. Gwen DeLancy was a genius. He had never known anyone like her. She was clever and intelligent beyond reason, and she was more open and sincere than anyone he had ever met. She was a paradox to him, an impossible mystery he could not solve—she was an honest person.
“I thought you might stop by,” Gwen said, stepping out onto the porch of The House and wrapping a cape about her shoulders. “I was watching for you through the doorway.”
“You have good eyes. Most people never see me when I walk a dark street.”
“You must have wanted to be seen then. You were coming to visit me, weren’t you?”
“I just wanted to be sure you received your portion of the payment last night.”
Gwen smiled. As she did, Royce could not help but notice how beautifully her hair shimmered in the moonlight.
“Royce, you know you don’t have to pay me. I’d give you anything you asked for.”
“No,” Royce insisted. “We use your place as a base. It’s dangerous, and for that, you get a part of the profit. We’ve been over this.”
She stepped closer and took his hand. Her touch was soothingly warm amidst the chilling air. “I also wouldn’t own The Rose and Thorn if it wasn’t for you. There’s a very good chance I wouldn’t even be alive.”
“I have no idea what you speak of, your ladyship,” Royce said as he performed a formal bow. “I can prove I wasn’t even in town that night.”
She stared at him with the same smile. He loved to see her happy, but now her brilliant green eyes searched for something, and Royce turned away, letting go of her hand.
“Listen, Hadrian and I are taking that job. We have to do it tonight so I need to—”
“You’re a strange man, Royce Melborn. I wonder if I’ll ever really know you.”
Royce paused and then softly said, “You already know me better than any woman should, more than is safe for either of us.”
Gwen stepped toward him again, her heeled shoes crunching on the frosty ground, her eyes intense with pleading. “Be careful, won’t you?”
“I always am.”
With his cloak billowing in the wind, he walked away. She watched him until he entered a shadow and was gone.
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Text: An Aspirations Media™ Publication www.aspirationsmediainc.com Copyright © 2008 by Michael J. Sullivan Cover Art and Map by Michael J. Sullivan Layout: Jennifer Rowell and Robin Sullivan LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CONTROL NUMBER: 2008924101 ISBN: 978-0-9800034-3-7 PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES First Printing: October 2008
Publication Date: 11-02-2008
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Dedication:
To my wife, Robin, (my biggest fan, critic, contributor, and publicist) whose hard work and dedication made it all possible. And to my daughter, Sarah, who would not read the story until published.
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