King of Shadows by Mike Truk (Shadow Rogue Book 3)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 3.0 MB
Hi. I’m Mike Truk and I write harem epic fantasy novels. I wrote The Five Trials for the sheer fun of it; I wanted to do whatever I wanted without having to worry about expectations or tropes. And to my surprise the book exploded out the gate, hitting #137 in the whole US Amazon store and receiving a bunch of great reviews.
Revenge, they say, is a dish best served bloody and twitching.
For Kellik, nothing matters so much as defeating his father and destroying his reign over Port Gloom.
But as powerful as Kellik has become, his father will surely crush him if he doesn’t stay three steps ahead. Toward that end he’ll have to employ every ounce of cunning, break every rule, wrest ever advantage, and bring the very fury of the Hanged God down upon Port Gloom.
Burning with a furious desire to crush his opponents, Kellik will return with his gorgeous rogues’ gallery of companions to attack the ancient city from all sides: using politics, assassinations, betrayals, and outright warfare, he’ll stop at nothing to ensure his father’s downfall.
He’s willing to risk it all. But is there a price to victory even he’s not willing to pay?
“By the authority invested in me by Ordinance 1.7, which imbues me, as an official Keeper of the Hall, with the right to make such judgements.”
Pogmillion’s response was immediate. “A judgement which runs afoul of the Probity’s Court Seventeenth Amendment to bylaw One Hundred and Twelve, to whit: ‘Discrimination against tax paying citizens of Port Gloom based solely on their creed, race, or sex is contraindicated by the authority of the lieutenant of civil law.’”
Myre’s smile became a feral baring of his teeth. “I have seen no evidence that you have paid your taxes.”
The footman stepped forth once more and set a second scroll upon the desk, this one sealed with the mark of the provost of the merchant’s taxation department.
Mind spinning, Myre realized that he was being outmaneuvered by this disgusting little creature. Desperate, he ignored the scroll. “Alas. The Hall of Records is now closed, per my declaration, as empowered by Ordinance 1.7.3.”
“That suits me well; I enjoy doing my research in silence.” There was no denying the cunning gleam in the goblin’s eye. “My master’s sizeable donations to the office of the provost have accorded me with the honorary title of ‘notary at large,’ which, as you know, according to your own Ordinance 5.4, allows me access to the Hall’s records even after hours, so long as my research furthers the interests of the provost’s office.”
Myre’s mouth was dry. “And… do they?”
Pogmillion gave a curt nod. “They do. Robert?”
The footman dug out a third scroll, this one also sealed with the mark of the Office of Clerks and Notaries, which he set beside the others.
The goblin’s smile was predatory. “I believe that should cover any further objections. Am I correct, Keeper?”
Myre stared fixedly down at the scrolls. With leaden hands he cracked the remaining two, and read each carefully, searching for some flaw, some loophole.
He found none.
What is Port Gloom coming to? he asked himself as he rolled up the last scroll. When filthy little creatures can get their paws on the hallowed records of government and accounts? But he forced a polite smile, swallowing down his bile, and set the scroll down beside the others. “But of course, Master Pogmillion. Our records are divided by category. Which catalogue would you like to examine first?”
“My primary interest lies with the genealogies of Port Gloom’s nobility,” said the goblin. “I would like all family rolls, accounts of title, and related texts to be brought to me, though none extending back more than a century, and none dealing with lineages of lesser account than that of marquis.”