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“I was not so comfortable with my new authority that I could say 'We eat the chicken now!' but the magus had seen that I was considering it... "My purse is full enough," said the magus, "to keep you supplied with roast chickens." "So, so, so," I said. "We know who the power behind the throne is," and the magus laughed. "You eat more than Gen did after prison," he said. "I have more sympathy with him all the time. Are you going to finish that drumstick?" I asked. "I am. Stop staring at it.”

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A Conspiracy of Kings

In this fictional kingdom, a series of mysterious events leads to a conspiracy that threatens the throne. The story follows a diverse cast of characters as they navigate the complex web of power and deceit, revealing the true nature of their world. more

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Megan Whalen Turner
Megan Whalen Turner

Megan Whalen Turner, born in 1965, is a renowned American children's literature writer. Her works are known for their intricate plots and profound character development, which have won her widespread acclaim. more

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