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Janny Wurts. Fugitive Prince: First Book of The Alliance of Light
Fugitive Prince. Janny Wurts
Copyright
Dedication
Table of Contents
World Map
I. Fionn Areth. Winter 5647
Crown Council. Winter 5647-5648
Stag Hunt. Spring 5648
Three Warnings. Spring-Summer 5648
II. Fugitive Prince. Spring-Summer 5648
Close Confidence. Summer 5648
Checkrein. Summer 5648
Three Seasons. Summer-Winter 5648
III. Sentence. Winter 5648-5649
Exchange. Winter Solstice 5649
Demand. Winter Solstice 5649
Loyalties. Winter-Spring 5649
IV. Turnabout. Spring-Early Autumn 5652
Design. Autumn 5652
Marvel. Autumn 5652
Moments. Autumn 5652
V. Riverton. Autumn 5652
Payment and Bribe. Autumn 5652
Liaison. Late Autumn 5652
Dualities. Late Autumn-Early Winter 5652
VI. Tangle. Early Winter 5652
Tidings. Midwinter 5653
Succession. Midwinter 5653
Turnings. Late Winter 5653
VII. Hunters. Late Winter 5653
First Upset. Early Spring 5653
Downfall. Early Spring 5653
Consequences. Early Spring 5653
VIII. Spring Trap. Early Spring 5653
Feint. Early Spring 5653
Quarry. Early Spring 5653
Recoils. Early Spring 5653
IX. Setback. Early Spring 5653
Appeals. Early Spring 5653
Legacy. Early Spring 5653
Three Moments. Early Spring 5653
X. Pursuit. Spring 5653
Second Upset. Spring 5653
Reckoning. Spring 5653
Turning Points. Spring 5653
XI. Fire and Sword. Spring 5653
Parchment and Seal. Spring 5653
Impasse. Spring 5653
Chain of Event. Spring 5653
XII. Grimward. Late Spring 5653
Recall. Late Spring 5653
Discovery. Early Summer 5653
Reprieves. Summer 5653
XIII. Reversals. Summer 5653
Crossing. Summer 5653
Catalyst. Summer 5653
Checks and Balance. Summer 5653
XIV. Passages. Summer 5653
Judgment. Late Summer 5653
End Game. Late Summer 5653
Intervals. Late Summer 5653
Glossary
Map of Tysan
Rathain
Isles of Min Pierens
Havish
Melhalla
Los Lier
West Shand
Shand
About the Author. Fugitive Prince
By the Same Author
Acknowledgments
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The Wars of Light and Shadow
VOLUME 4
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“Never mind,” Elaira said quickly. She had expected hostility in some form or other, since Kaid had appeared on her doorstep. “I’ll be on my way directly.” She arose, tipped the filth in the basin into the slop jar beside the birthing stool, then turned her back, stepped over the pile of wadded, bloody towels, to repack her things in her satchel. Her part was done. The child’s danger was past. If the man was illmannered enough to dare set his hand on her, he would regret the presumption.
Like the whine of a whip, the seeress protested. “The fferedon’li will not go just yet. Not until the child’s augury is spoken.” Across the irate glower of the husband, the trembling, diffident anxiety of the mother, the crone arose from her corner, moved, an animate bundle of shawls, to present her appeal last to the midwife. “Tempt no ill luck. There’s a sacrifice owed by this babe. He would have gained no firm foothold in this world at all, if not for the hand of the fferedon’li.”
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