Today I have the wonderful opportunity to post a excerpt and spotlight the book Kingdom Asunder by Thaddeus White. I hope everyone enjoys! I appreciate being able to post this. Thank You Thaddeus for this opportunity!

Kingdom Asunder by Thaddeus White is out NOW!

So go get your copy!

 

 

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Purchase Links

 

For pre-order and the first week post-release, the price is $2.99, as a bonus for early buyers. After that, the price will rise to $4.99.

 

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N8UF799/

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N8UF799/

Kobo – https://store.kobobooks.com/en-ca/ebook/kingdom-asunder-the-bloody-crown-trilogy-volume-one

Barnes & Noble –  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1125052815?ean=2940153811246

 

 


Extract (from chapter one)

Kingdom Asunder by Thaddeus White

 

Sophie roared with delight and half the men crowded around the cockpit shouted with her. The other half, whose cock had lost the fight, muttered curses and reluctantly plunged their hands into purses to pay the victorious gamblers.

“You have the Damned’s own luck,” Vincent Haldale, the captain of her guard, told her.

Sophie palmed the three shillings he handed her and winked at him. Already two more cocks were being chalked up on the blackboard and men were shouting the odds at one another. She jerked her head at a nearby table and led Vincent there. Half a dozen of her guard, the unfortunate few on duty, shadowed them but the rest remained clustered around the cockpit.

She slumped into a wooden chair, and Vincent sat opposite her. Sophie tapped some Fenwick Mild into her pipe, offered the leaf to her captain, who wrinkled his nose in disgust, and then lit up. A thick fog of smoke hung in the air, for more men had pipes than tankards in their hands. Here and there a glum face spoke of a perennial loser at the cockpit, but most were smiling and laughing. It was good to see her men enjoying themselves.

“It’s the last proper town until we reach Esden,” she mused, a plume of grey smoke rising from her pipe. Over the table her blue eyes met his brown. “Perhaps we should spend the morning in Dinsdale, and let the men enjoy some time out of the saddle.”

Vincent took a swig of beer and smiled. “I’d like that. But you know the Regent is expecting us, and he’s a humourless sod. Is a morning of rest worth a sermon from John Esden?”

Sophie blew a smoke ring at him. “It is. I’ll be the one getting the lecture, and I’m well-versed at nodding appropriately whilst an old man witters on. Look at the men,” she said, pointing her pipe at her guard. They were mingling freely with the townspeople, and burst into cheers and groans as another cock earned victory. “A little rest would do us no ill, and most of them will have sore heads. We’ll tarry here until the sun’s high, then set off on the road again. Besides, it’ll be nice to have another day free of a veil’s tyranny,” she added, running a hand through her jet black hair.

“Excuse me, Lady Hurstwood,” a stranger interrupted. Although he wore a black cassock and a miniature tin lantern around his neck he looked somewhat young for a priest. Pox scars disfigured his face, and he was missing several teeth. “My name is Father Gabriel. I’m travelling to Esden for the royal wedding, and was wondering if I might accompany you?”

Vincent answered before she could utter a word. “My lady already has a confessor.”

The pox-scarred priest smiled. “Indeed, I saw him on my way in. I fear he’s been struck by a malady most fearsome, judging by the vast quantity of vomit spewing forth from his lips.”

Sophie laughed. “Gordon never could take his beer. Besides, I’m a pious sort. My confessor is probably bored from my lack of sinning. Still, you are welcome to join us.”

Father Gabriel bowed his head in thanks. “Thank you, my lady. May Cerca guide you safely through the night.”

“Speaking of which, I fear the darkness is waxing full, my lady,” Vincent said. “It is perhaps time to retire.”

Sophie puffed a cloud of smoke, the embers in her pipe glowing red. “It is hardly the witching hour, Captain Haldale.”

Vincent raised an eyebrow at her, and she sighed. “Forgive me, Father Gabriel. As you can see, my nursemaid is insistent.”

“Beware the sycophants, not the nursemaids, my lady. Men pour honeyed words over poisoned thoughts. There are few things as true as the irritating honesty of a dutiful man,” the priest replied.

She rose from her seat and offered her hand, which Father Gabriel duly kissed. “Wise words, father. I shall see you in the morning.”

***

Sophie stared at the cloudless sky. Stars studded the celestial banner but the moon had been reduced to the slenderest of crescents. By the next full moon, she would be Queen of Denland. She murmured a prayer to Cerca, to keep her and her future husband safe, and closed the window’s shutter. For a little while she read a history of when the first men stumbled across the abandoned glory of Penmere. When she grew tired, she blew out the candle on her bedside table.

Scuttling on the tiles outside her window banished any hope of sleep. She threw her sheets aside, took up her dagger and crept near to the window. It was probably a rat or squirrel, she told herself as she opened the shutter. There was nothing but starlight and an empty roof. She sighed, turned back and heard the scuttling again. Before she could face the unseen creature her wrists were seized and she was pinned against the wall, her assailant silhouetted by starlight. He pressed his lips against hers and she returned his kiss.

“You could have picked a room on the ground floor,” Vincent whispered.

“I like fit men.”

 

 

 


 

Author Info

 

Thaddeus White is a writer who finds third person bloody awkward, especially when persuading people his book is worth buying (because it is). He’s a Yorkshireman, and in 2016 to date has had short stories included in the Woodbridge Press anthologies The Haunting of Lake Manor Hotel, and Explorations: Through the Wormhole. This year also saw the publication by Tickety Boo Press of his fantasy-comedy The Adventures of Sir Edric. In the first half of 2017, his short story Black Sails will be included in the anthology Journeys (also featuring stories by Adrian Tchaikovsky, Julia Knight et al.).

 

Kingdom Asunder (release day 24 November) is his third self-published fantasy novel, the last being released in 2013, and the first part of The Bloody Crown Trilogy. When not writing, Thaddeus relaxes by reading classical history and fantasy, as well as watching/betting on F1 (which has currently been going about as well as a drunk attempting to impregnate a beehive).

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Kingdom Asunder by Thaddeus White

Blurb

What crime is more unforgivable than treason?

Princess Karena is all that stands between the House of Penmere and ruin. The King, her brother, was gravely wounded in a failed assassination attempt, and once-loyal followers are flocking to the treacherous Usurper’s golden embrace.

But Karena knows the surest defence is attack, and will stop at nothing to destroy any rival to her brother…  or herself.

Against her, the Usurper musters a vast army to crush Penmere once and for all, but in a war of treachery those closest to you can be the greatest threat.

 

 

Purchase Links

 

For pre-order and the first week post-release, the price is $2.99, as a bonus for early buyers. After that, the price will rise to $4.99.

 

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N8UF799/

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N8UF799/

Kobo – https://store.kobobooks.com/en-ca/ebook/kingdom-asunder-the-bloody-crown-trilogy-volume-one

Barnes & Noble –  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1125052815?ean=2940153811246

 

 

 


 

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