{"product_id":"falling-kingdomsisbn-9781595147066","title":"Falling Kingdoms","description":"\u003cb\u003eWar brought them together. Love will tear them apart.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eAlliances form across Mytica and beyond as royals and rebels alike race to hunt down the Kindred—the four elemental crystals that give their owners god-like power. The stakes have never been higher for Magnus and Cleo, who are brought together by a life or death decision that will lock their fates and change the course of the kingdom forever\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE REBELS \u003c\/b\u003eforge ahead. \u003cb\u003ePrincess Cleo \u003c\/b\u003eslays with sweetness—and a secret that might control Lucia’s magic—as she and vengeful \u003cb\u003eJonas\u003c\/b\u003e lead the hunt for the all-powerful Kindred.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eTHE KRAESHIANS \u003c\/b\u003ejoin the fray. \u003cb\u003eAshur \u003c\/b\u003eand \u003cb\u003eAmara\u003c\/b\u003e, the royal siblings from the vast kingdom across the Silver Sea, prove to be just as ruthless as they are charming as they manipulate their way to victory.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eTHE WATCHERS \u003c\/b\u003efollow \u003cb\u003eMelenia\u003c\/b\u003e out of the Sanctuary. They ally, in the flesh, with \u003cb\u003eKing Gaius\u003c\/b\u003e, who vows to use \u003cb\u003eLucia’s\u003c\/b\u003e powers to unveil the Kindred.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eAnd which side will Prince Magnus choose, now that everyone he’s been betrayed by everyone he’s ever loved?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003ePRAISE for the \u003ci\u003eFALLING KINGDOMS \u003c\/i\u003eseries:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Morgan Rhodes has created a rich, living fantasy world and characters that immediately draw the reader in. This is one of those series you can't help but be obsessed with. I can't wait to see what happens next!\" —\u003cb\u003eRichelle Mead\u003c\/b\u003e, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the \u003ci\u003eVampire Academy \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Glittering Court\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“An otherworldly epic...evocative and intricate.”—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“…You must have this book on your shelves.” —\u003cb\u003eBustle\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eFalling Kingdoms\u003c\/i\u003e is a superbly written and character-driven narrative.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBookpage\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“[A] YA \u003ci\u003eGame of Thrones\u003c\/i\u003e full of intrigue, betrayal, lies and love.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eFalling Kingdoms\u003c\/i\u003e will gut you emotionally. It will make you ache, cry, and beg for the sequel as you turn the last page. I absolutely loved it.\" —\u003cb\u003eJulie Kagawa\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Iron Queen\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In this \u003ci\u003eGame of Thrones\u003c\/i\u003e-esque high fantasy, Rhodes has created a world that’s raging with war, deceit, spoiled royals, and a populous needing little to spark a revolution.” —\u003cb\u003eNPR\/WAMC’s The Roundtable\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"From an opening dripping with blood, magic, and betrayal through complex interweaving plots detailing treachery, deceit, and forbidden love, this novel is the first in a projected series that will immediately engage readers and keep them intrigued.” —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eMorgan Rhodes is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Falling Kingdoms series. Under another pen name, she's an award winning author of more than two dozen novels. Morgan lives in Southern Ontario, where she’s currently hard at work on the next Falling Kingdoms book.\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePROLOGUE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe young man woke up surrounded by fire and chaos.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSwords clashed nearby in a violent battle in the shadow of the mountains. The sharp cries of the dying sliced through the cool early morning breeze. He could smell the acrid scents of both fear and hate from those who fought for their lives. He tasted the copper tang of the blood that had sunk into the ground.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was the taste of blood that had awoken him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe pressed his hands against the dry earth, flames licking at his bare skin, and tried forcing himself to his feet. He failed, his body screaming from the effort.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs his vision cleared he took a better look around. He was at the edge of a camp that was currently under siege. To his left, about fifty paces away, was a forest. It was dry and sparse and dying, but it offered more protection than his exposed position by the battleground.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTwo men—one short, one tall, both wearing red guard uniforms—approached him, their swords drawn.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What do we have here?” the short one said. “A slave thinking he can escape?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’m no slave.” His voice cracked, and his throat felt as dry and brittle as the ground beneath him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Forget your clothes somewhere, boy?” the taller guard said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe glanced down at his bare skin. “Something like that.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Doesn’t matter,” the tall guard snapped. “You won’t need clothes when you’re dead. We’ll make this quick.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe tall guard brought his blade down hard, but the young man managed to roll out of its way just in time. He pushed himself up to his feet, his legs as weak as a newborn colt’s. Muscles screaming, he staggered toward the forest line.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We don’t have time to chase after one runaway slave.” The tall guard spoke loud enough to be heard above the noise of battle.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You’d rather have your throat cut by a rebel back there?” the short guard said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“The king would prefer—”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I don’t give a damn what the king would prefer. Let’s go.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe forest was sparse, but the young man found a dry bush to hide behind. Its branches scratched his sensitive skin, but he stayed quiet and still. The guards ventured closer, whacking at the meager foliage with their swords.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe looked down at his hand and flexed. How long would it take before he got his strength back? He’d already waited an eternity to be free.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eI’ve awakened before my time.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Maybe we should let him go,” the shorter guard said, his previous bravado vanishing as fear entered his voice. “Maybe he’s the one who set the fire back there. He could be dangerous.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Don’t be a coward. Strays can lead to more trouble, and more strays. I want his blood on my blade before we do anything else.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey drew closer, and he stumbled away from his hiding spot. As he fled, he tripped on the tangled roots of a large oak tree and fell, hard, to the ground. The guards swiftly found him, and he scrambled backward until he hit the tree’s thick trunk.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You must feel so pathetic right now,” the tall guard sneered. “Hiding in a forest, naked, begging for your life.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe did feel pathetic. It was not an emotion he savored. “I’m not begging.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh, you’ll be begging soon enough. I promise.” The guard gave him a smile that revealed just how much he enjoyed inflicting pain and suffering on those who were smaller and weaker than him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What do you think?” the tall guard asked his companion. “Shall we take his hands before we kill him? Or his feet, so he can’t try to run again?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Perhaps we should bring him back to the dungeon to rot with the other captured rebels.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That’s no fun.” He touched the tip of his sword under the young man’s chin, forcing him to meet the guard’s cruel gaze. “Who are you, boy? A slave who would bow to my whip while working on the king’s road? Or are you a rebel who mistakenly believes he can change the destiny of this kingdom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Neither.” His lips were parched and his breathing was shallow.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe sword wrenched his head up higher, biting into his flesh. “Then who are you?” the guard asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I . . .” he began, very softly, “. . . am a god.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“A god, are you?” The guard snorted with amusement. “I’m curious . . . how much do gods bleed?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Wait.” The shorter one’s voice was trembling. “His eyes. Look at his eyes!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe tall guard withdrew his sword and took a shaky step back. “What—?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe young man unclenched his fist and looked down at his right hand. Etched into his palm was a triangle. Its edges glowed with the same blue light that now emanated from his eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You’re a demon,” the guard whispered. “That’s what you are.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I already told you what I am. But perhaps you weren’t listening.” He pushed himself back up to his feet. The symbol on his hand grew brighter as he held it out to the guard. “Shall I show you instead?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSuddenly, a single flame appeared on the dry ground in front of them. It flickered, then shot up and licked the guard’s boot. In a thin line, the fire snaked around his ankle and then began to wrap itself around his calf and thigh. He batted at it and touched it with his hand, which only made it grow even mightier. It clawed at his wrist and writhed around his arm like a bracelet.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What’s happening?” The guard reached out for assistance, but his short friend staggered away from him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Does it hurt yet?” the young man asked calmly. “If not, just give it a moment. It will.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe flames spread until the guard’s legs, torso, arms, and, lastly, his confused, fearful face were all ablaze. The fire then turned from orange to blue.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat was when the guard began to scream.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe other guard stood frozen in place with horror, watching as his friend blazed like a torch in the early morning light. Suddenly, the flames grew wilder, leaping up thirty feet into the air and taking the guard with them. Finally, the guard stopped screaming.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLike a glass sculpture landing on a marble floor, his body shattered into a million pieces.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe turned to the guard he’d spared. “Run.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEyes wide with terror, the guard turned and fled.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith what little energy he’d had now depleted, he collapsed to his knees. The symbol on his hand faded to only a trace, a mark resembling an old scar. The ground still smoldered where the tall guard once stood, although there was nothing left of him but an already fading memory.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFinally, his pain eased. His thoughts became clear, and a small smile lifted the corners of his mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Only the beginning,” he whispered as darkness rose up to cover him like a thick cloak.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSoon he’d make them all burn for what they’d done to him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJONAS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePAELSIA\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRufus’s voice was as distracting as a persistent horsefly. Jonas sent his fellow rebel an impatient look through the darkness.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e “Really. Which part?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“All of it. We need to get out of here while we still can.” Rufus craned his thick, sweaty neck to scan the line of trees surrounding them, guided only by the light of a single torch they’d shoved into the loose soil. “He said his friends would be here any moment.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe was referring to the Limerian guard they’d captured after discovering him straying too close to the edge of the forest. He was currently tied to a tree, unconscious.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut an unconscious guard wasn’t any use to Jonas. He needed answers. Though he had to agree with Rufus on one thing: They were swiftly running out of time, especially since they were so close to a village infested with the king’s red-uniformed minions.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Of course he said that,” Jonas said. “It’s called a bluff.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh.” Rufus raised his brows, as though this hadn’t occurred to him. “You think?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA week had passed since the rebel attack on the road camp in eastern Paelsia beneath the Forbidden Mountains. A week since Jonas’s most recent plan to defeat King Gaius had gone horribly awry.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eForty-seven rebels had descended upon the sleepy campground at dawn in an attempt to seize the road engineer, Xanthus, and the Limerian heir, Prince Magnus, to hold as hostages against King Gaius.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey’d failed. A flash fire of strange blue flames had burned everything in its path, and Jonas had barely escaped with his life.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRufus had been the only other rebel waiting at the meeting spot later that morning. Jonas had found him standing there with tears streaming down his dirty face, trembling with fear and rambling about fire magic and witches and sorcery.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOnly two of forty-seven had been accounted for. It was a crushing defeat in far too many ways, and if Jonas thought about it too much he could barely see straight, could barely function beyond his guilt and grief.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis plan. His orders.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis fault.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAgain.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDesperately trying to push aside his own pain, Jonas had immediately begun to gather information about other potential survivors—anyone who’d been captured alive and carted away.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe guard they’d found wore red. He was the enemy.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe had to have answers that could help Jonas. He \u003ci\u003ehad\u003c\/i\u003e to.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFinally, the guard opened his eyes. He was older than most other guards, with graying hair at his temples. He also walked with a limp, which had made him easier to catch.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You . . . I know you,” the guard muttered, his eyes glittering in the meager torchlight. “You’re Jonas Agallon, the murderer of Queen Althea.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe threw these words like weapons. Jonas flinched inwardly, but showed no sign that the most heinous lie ever told about him caused him injury.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I didn’t kill the queen,” he growled.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Why would I believe you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIgnoring Rufus’s squeamish expression, Jonas walked a slow circle around the restrained guard, trying to determine how difficult it would be to get him talking.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You don’t have to believe me.” He leaned closer. “But you’re going to answer some questions for me now.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe guard’s upper lip drew back from his yellow teeth in a snarl. “I’ll tell you nothing.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe’d expected that, of course. Nothing was ever easy.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas pulled the jeweled dagger from the sheath on his belt. Its wavy silver blade caught the moonlight, immediately drawing the guard’s attention.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was the very same weapon that had taken his older brother from this world. That vain and pompous Auranian lord had left it behind, embedded in Tomas’s throat. This dagger had become a symbol to Jonas, representing the line he’d drawn in the sand between his past as the son of a poor wine seller who toiled every day in his father’s vineyard, and his future as a rebel, certain he would die fighting for what he believed in most: freedom from tyranny for those he loved. And freedom from tyranny for those he’d never even met before.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA world without King Gaius’s hands wringing the necks of the weak and powerless.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas pressed the dagger to the guard’s throat. “I suggest you answer my questions if you don’t want your blood to be spilled tonight.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’ll do more than bleed if the king learns I’ve done anything to help you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe was right—the crime of assisting a rebel would undoubtedly lead to torture or execution. Likely both. Though the king enjoyed making pretty speeches about the united kingdoms of Mytica with a broad smile on his handsome face, he did not receive the nickname “the King of Blood” by being fair and kind.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“One week ago, there was a rebel attack on the road camp east of here. Do you know about it?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe guard held his gaze unflinchingly. “I heard the rebels died screaming.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas’s heart twisted. He clenched his hand into a fist, aching to make this guard suffer. A tremor shook through him at the memory of last week, but he tried to focus on the task at hand. \u003ci\u003eOnly\u003c\/i\u003e the task at hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRufus raked his fingers through his messy hair and paced back and forth in nervous lines.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I need to know if any rebels were captured alive,” Jonas continued. “And I need to know where the king is holding them.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I have no idea.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I don’t believe you. Start talking or I promise I’ll cut your throat.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere was no fear in the guard’s eyes, only a mocking edge. “I’ve heard so many fearsome rumors about the leader of the Paelsian rebels. But rumors aren’t facts, aren’t they? Perhaps you’re nothing more than a Paelsian peasant boy—not nearly ruthless enough to kill someone in cold blood. Not even your enemy.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas had killed before—enough that he’d lost count. In a foolish war that tricked Paelsians into allying with Limerians against Auranos. In the battle at the road camp. He’d only fought in order to strike down his enemies and bring justice to his friends, his family, and his fellow Paelsians. And to protect himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere had been meaning behind those deaths, even if that meaning had been jumbled and unclear. He fought for a purpose, believed in something.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe took no pleasure in taking lives, and he hoped he never would.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Come on, Jonas. He’s useless,” Rufus said, his voice twisting with anxiety. “Let’s go while we still can.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut Jonas didn’t budge, and forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He hadn’t come this far to give up now. “There was a girl who fought in the battle named Lysandra Barbas. I need to know if she’s still alive.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe guard’s lips twisted into a cruel grin. “Ah, so this is why you’re so driven for answers. This girl belongs to you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt took Jonas a moment to understand his meaning. “She’s like a sister to me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Jonas,” Rufus whined. “Lysandra’s gone. She’s dead. Obsessing about her is only going to get us killed, too!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas cast a glare at Rufus that made the boy wince, but it was enough to make him shut his stupid mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLysandra wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be. She was an incredible fighter—skilled with a bow and arrow like no one Jonas had witnessed before.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLysandra had also been opinionated, demanding, and incredibly annoying from the first moment he’d first met her. And if she still lived, Jonas would do anything to find her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe needed her—both as a fellow rebel and as a friend.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You must know \u003ci\u003esomething\u003c\/i\u003e.” Jonas pressed the dagger closer to the guard’s throat. “And you’re going to tell me right now.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNo matter how high the stakes, Jonas would never give up. Not until his very last breath.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“This girl . . . ,” the guard said through clenched teeth, “is she worth your life?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas didn’t have to think twice. “Yes.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Then I’ve no doubt she’s every bit as dead as you are.” The guard smirked despite the trickle of blood now sliding down his throat. He raised his voice. “Over here!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA crunch of dirt and a snap of branches were all that warned of the half-dozen Limerian guards that now burst into the small forest clearing. Their swords were drawn, and two of them carried torches.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Drop your weapons, rebel!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRufus swung his fist at an approaching guard, but missed by a mile. “Jonas, do something!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e Rather than drop the dagger, Jonas sheathed it, then drew the sword he’d stolen from Prince Magnus last week before Jonas had managed to escape. He hoisted it up in time to block a blow aimed directly for his chest. Rufus tried to fight back, punching and kicking, but it wasn’t long before a guard grabbed hold of his hair, yanked him backward, and put a blade to his throat.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I said,” the guard hissed, “drop your weapon. Or your friend dies.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe world skidded to a stop as the memory of Tomas’s murder once again crashed into Jonas. It had happened so quickly—no time to save him, no time to fight or even beg for his life. And then Jonas recalled another memory that would be seared into his soul forever: that of his best friend Brion, slain by the same killer while Jonas watched, helpless.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith Jonas momentarily distracted, a guard took the opportunity to slam his fist into his face. As hot blood poured from his nose, another guard wrenched the blade from his grasp, nearly breaking his fingers. Another kicked the back of his knees and slammed him down to the ground.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe world spun and sparkled before his eyes as he fought to remain conscious.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe knew it would end now, that he’d been on borrowed time ever since his most recent brush with death. There was no magic here to save him this time. Death no longer scared him, but the timing was wrong. He had too much left to do.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJust then, another figure entered the torch-lit clearing, causing the guards to spin around.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Am I interrupting something?” said the young man. He looked a couple years older than Jonas, with dark hair and eyes. He wore a dark cloak, the hood back to show his skin was deeply tanned, and he gave an easy smile that showed straight white teeth, as well as his apparent nonchalance at the fact that he’d just casually strolled into the middle of a battle. He scanned the area, starting on one side with Rufus, who was still being held in place, then making his way over to Jonas, who braced himself against the mossy ground with two swords pointed at his throat.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Get out of here,” a guard growled. “Unless you want trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You’re Jonas Agallon,” the boy said, nodding at him as if they were meeting in a tavern instead of the middle of the forest in the dead of night. “This is quite an honor.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas never asked to be famous. But the wanted posters clearly sketched with his face that had been tacked up throughout all three kingdoms had ensured otherwise. Despite having few victories and more false accusations than actual crimes, his name had quickly become legend.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd the high reward his capture offered sparked the interest of many.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe older guard had been cut free from his ropes and was now gingerly rubbing his wrists. “You’ve been following this rebel scum?” he asked. “Does that make you aspiring rebel scum? We’ll save a spike back at the palace for your head as well. Seize him!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe guards lunged for him, but he just laughed and dodged their grasp as easily as a slippery fish.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Need my help?” the boy asked Jonas. “How about this—I help you, you help me. That’s the deal.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe moved so well there was no way he was only a curious bystander. Jonas had no idea who he was, but right now he really didn’t give a damn.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Sounds good to me,” Jonas managed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Then let’s get started.” The boy reached down and pulled out two thick blades the length of his forearms from beneath his cloak. He spun and sliced, moving faster than any of the guards could counter.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas’s head was still swimming, but he managed to elbow the guard behind him directly in his face. He felt and heard the crack as the guard yelped in pain.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe jumped to his feet and grabbed his sword, thrusting the hilt behind him to catch the guard in his soft gut.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe new boy took down the guard holding Rufus. Now free, the unskilled rebel just stood there in place, staring at the violent scene for a frozen moment; then he turned and ran out of the clearing without looking back.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA part of Jonas was disappointed in Rufus, but another part was glad the kid finally had a chance to escape a fight he hadn’t been ready for since day one.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe might even stay alive if he played it smart and stayed out of trouble.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith the other guards now dead, scattered, or unconscious in the clearing, Jonas grabbed hold of his original prisoner and slammed him back against the tree.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe smugness in the guard’s eyes finally turned to fear.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Spare me,” he gasped.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas ignored him, turning instead to the boy who’d just saved his life. “What’s your name?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Felix,” he offered with a grin. “Felix Gaebras. Happy to meet you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Likewise. Thanks for the help.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Any time.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIf Felix hadn’t intervened, Jonas would be dead. No doubt about it. He’d given him a chance at another day, one in which he might make a difference. For that, Jonas was damn grateful.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eStill, he’d be stupid not to be wary of any stranger who knew his identity.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What’s your price?” Jonas asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Price?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You said if you help me, I help you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“First thing’s first.” Felix approached, nudging Jonas out of the way and taking the guard by the throat. “I’ve been eavesdropping. Rude, I know. But I heard you say you didn’t think Jonas was ruthless enough to kill someone in cold blood. Well, what’s your first impression of me?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe guard drew in a shaky breath. “What do you want?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Answer the question. His friends—are any of them still alive?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe guard trembled. “Yes. A handful were brought to the palace dungeon to await execution.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“How many’s a handful?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I don’t know exactly . . . three, four? I’m not sure. I wasn’t there!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas winced. Three or four? There were so few survivors. . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Names?” Felix pressed harder on the guard’s throat.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe sputtered, his face reddening. “I don’t know. I’d tell you if I did.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“How long till they’re executed?” Jonas asked, trying to keep his voice steady. The thought of people he cared about trapped under the king’s thumb turned his blood ice cold.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It could be a few days, or maybe a few months. Please, spare my life! I’ve told you all I know. Show mercy to me now, I beg of you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelix regarded him for a long, silent while. “How about I show you the same mercy you would have shown us?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOne swipe of Felix’s blade, and the guard was silenced forever. His body slumped to the ground to join his fellow fallen guards in the flickering firelight, and Jonas found he couldn’t look away.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You know I had to do that, right?” Felix said, his voice as cold as stone.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I know.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere was a hardness in Felix’s eyes that was foreign to Jonas. They showed no flicker of remorse for what he’d done, nor did they show any joy.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was true: The guard would not have shown them mercy. He would have executed them without a moment’s hesitation.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Much gratitude for saving my life,” Jonas said as Felix wiped his blades on the mossy ground before sheathing them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You’re welcome.” Felix peered into the dark forest. “I think your friend ran away.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“He’ll be safer staying far away from me.” Jonas studied the bodies littering the area, then turned back to Felix warily. “You’re an assassin.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith his fighting skills, his ease with a blade—it would have been obvious to anyone that he was a trained killer.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe coldness faded from Felix’s eyes as he grinned. “Depends on the day, really. One does what one must with the talents they have.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat would be a confirmation. “So now what? I have far less gold than the wanted posters offer for my head.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Somebody’s a bit of a pessimist, isn’t he? With the king’s eyes everywhere lately, looking for anyone causing trouble, what I want is someone watching my back while I watch his. Why not partner up with the infamous Jonas Agallon, I say?” He glanced in the direction Rufus ran off. “I’m not seeing much competition. You need me. Simple as that.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You want to be a rebel?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What I want is to cause trouble and create mayhem wherever I can.” Felix’s grin widened. “If that makes me a rebel, then so be it. How about I start by helping you save your friends?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas continued to eye Felix with wariness, his heart pounding as fast as it had during the fight. “The guard was only telling us what we wanted to hear. We’ve no way to know if my friends are really in the palace dungeon.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“There are no guarantees in this life, only strong possibilities. That’s enough for me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Even if they are there, the dungeon would be impossible to breach.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelix shrugged. “I kind of like impossible challenges. Don’t you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDespite his best efforts to ignore it, hope had begun to well up in Jonas’s chest. Hope often led to pain. . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut hope could also lead to victory.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJonas studied the tall, muscular boy who’d just taken out five guards single-handedly. “Impossible challenges, huh?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelix laughed. “The most enjoyable ones. So what do you say? Shall we be partners in anarchy?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelix was right about one thing: Jonas didn’t have a long line of skilled rebels waiting to fight by his side.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe relented, grasping hold of the fluttering hope inside of him and smiling. “Sounds like a plan.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFelix grabbed Jonas’s outstretched hand. “And I promise I won’t run off into the forest with my tail between my legs like your friend back there.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’d appreciate that.” Plans and schemes were already racing through Jonas’s head. The future suddenly seemed infinitely brighter.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Tomorrow we get started on freeing your friends,” Felix said. “And sending as many of the king’s guards to the darklands as we can.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs far as friendships went, Jonas thought, this was an excellent beginning.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 2\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMAGNUS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAURANOS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMagnus had no appetite for a celebratory feast, yet that’s exactly what greeted him the day after he returned to the Auranian royal palace in the City of Gold. He’d just endured a grueling ride back from Paelsia and was now required to attend a banquet honoring his victory against the rebels.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGuests drank without restraint as bottle upon bottle of sweet Paelsian wine flowed like spring water. Not so long ago, Magnus would never have indulged in such frivolous things, which were forbidden in his homeland of Limeros.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut things had changed. Now, he’d decided, he would indulge whenever possible.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe arrived late. A few hours late, actually. He couldn’t care less about punctuality, but as the guest of honor he was supposed to have made a grand entrance, and it seemed as if he’d missed his initial introduction. He managed to enjoy three goblets’ worth of sweet wine before he was interrupted.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Magnus.” The sound of the king’s voice cut through him like a blade. It was the first contact he’d had with his father since his return; Magnus had been purposely avoiding him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe turned to meet his father’s cold, appraising gaze. King Gaius had dark brown eyes, just like Magnus’s, and their hair was the same nearly black shade—the king’s had not yet shown any\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Razorbill","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303283347685,"sku":"NP9781595147066","price":11.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781595147066.jpg?v=1730753734","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/falling-kingdomsisbn-9781595147066","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}