The Future King (Emry Merlin, Band 2) - Hardcover

Buch 2 von 3: Emry Merlin

Schneider, Robyn

 
9780593351055: The Future King (Emry Merlin, Band 2)
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0593351053 ISBN 13: 9780593351055
Verlag: Viking Books for Young Readers, 2023

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Welcome back to the great kingdom of Camelot! Scandal, betrayal, and courtly crushes abound in this highly anticipated sequel to The Other Merlin, one of Publishers Weekly’s Best Books of the Year!

Emry Merlin should be living her best life as a wizard’s apprentice. Now that she no longer has to pretend to be her brother to study magic, she and Prince Arthur are closer than ever. Except King Uther has warned her to stay away from his son, and Emry’s magic is growing more unpredictable by the day.

Meanwhile, Arthur’s prophesied future as the One True King is closing in. And as his wedding to Princess Guinevere draws nearer, he discovers she’s hiding a shocking secret. When Emry learns that the only hope to fix her increasingly dangerous magic is an eccentric Parisian alchemist, Arthur has his own reasons for accompanying her to French court, and for befriending an infamous crowd of young nobles.

But it’s going to take a lot more than a depressed gargoyle, some obscenely tight trousers, and a deadly sports match to keep our young heroes from their destiny. Can these reluctant royals and wayward wizards set aside their drama and save their kingdom, or is Camelot doomed?

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Robyn Schneider grew up in Southern California, where she spent her childhood reading fantasy novels and searching for secret passages. She’s a graduate of Columbia University, where she studied creative writing, and the University of Pennsylvania Perelman School of Medicine, where she earned a Masters of Bioethics. Robyn is the bestselling author of The Other Merlin, The Beginning of Everything, Extraordinary Means, Invisible Ghosts, and You Don’t Live Here. Her work is available across the world in over a dozen languages. She lives in Los Angeles with her TV producer husband, their tiny puppy, and far too many books.

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CHAPTER 1

Emry Merlin hurried through the dark London streets, cursing her good-for-nothing brother. Of course he’d pick a night like this to cause trouble. What had started as a tentative drizzle was now an enthusiastic downpour, and Emry shivered beneath her wet cloak as she squelched her way down the Strand.
Half an hour ago, she’d been lying in bed reading a novel about love-crossed pirates. Then a castle guard had knocked on her door, concerned that Emmett still hadn’t returned from the tavern.
“I think somethin’s wrong,” Tristan had told her. “He had this tortured look, like he was goin’ off to do something reckless. But reckless shouldn’t take four hours.”
“No, it shouldn’t.” Emry had lowered her book and considered the young, frowning guard with a sigh. “Do you know which tavern?”
“He said he was headed to the Tipsy Merchant.”
She knew it, but only by reputation. The tavern was a haunt of the city’s rougher types: petty criminals, laborers spoiling for a fight, and the occasional guard when they had coin to lose, and when they didn’t, but couldn’t help gambling anyway.
“I’m going after him.”
Tristan had blanched. “By yourself?”
“I’m a wizard.”
“But you’re also a lady, and it ’ent safe, down that way, late at night.”
Emry had assured him that she’d take precautions.And I have, she thought. Under her sodden cloak, she wore a boy’s tunic and hose. Her dark hair, which fell just below her chin these days, was tucked beneath a hat. It was a hasty disguise, and one that wouldn’t hold up on close inspection, but still. It was better than traipsing through the city—not to mention the mud—in skirts.
As she walked, she considered creative ways to torment her brother if it turned out nothing was actually the matter. Death by a thousand parchment cuts was currently winning. Honestly, there was mud inside her boots.
Emry drew her cloak tighter around her shoulders as a gust of cold air cut through the wet fabric. Between the late hour and the rain, London’s streets were empty. The merchants’ shops were boarded up for the night, and not even the vendors were out with their carts and wares.
Even though she’d lived at the castle as herself for more than a month now, there hadn’t been many opportunities to venture beyond its walls. The city still felt new to her, a living thing full of dangerous turns and secrets tucked into the shadows. But dangerous and secret were two things that had never intimidated her, and she wasn’t going to let them start now.
Especially since Tristan had called her alady. She wasn’t anything like the fashionable court ladies in their low-cut gowns who made pleasant conversation about the weather. But that’s what she got for being the sole female apprentice at Castle Camelot, training to be the prince’s own court wizard.
Meanwhile, Emmett had settled in easily, strutting the corridors in his courtier’s finest, nodding hello to every lad his age, and not bothering to magic away the telltale ladies’ perfume that often clung to his jacket.
He had never needed to pretend to be anyone other than who he was—the great wizard Merlin’s son and rightful heir. It was his unshakable confidence that so often led him to trouble. And it was Emry who so often got him out of it.
Yet she was the one the king had placed on probation.
Her cheeks burned with resentment when she thought about it. How King Uther had summoned her to his apartments two days after she and Arthur had nearly died at the hands of Morgana le Fay. The king’s icy glare as he’d accused her of encouraging Arthur to seek out life-threatening danger. “Since you share your father’s talent for magic, you may remain an apprentice, for now,” the king had allowed, his eyes dark with malice. “But give me a reason, and you’re gone.”
She had gritted her teeth and mumbled that she understood, even though what she really understood was that she still hadn’t proven herself, despite everything she’d done.
“Remember your place, girl,” Uther had warned as she sank into a curtsey. “And stay the hell away from my son.”
So, she’d avoided Arthur in the corridors, pretending she didn’t see his hurt and confusion when she accidentally met his gaze across the Great Hall. Pretending it didn’t hurt her as well. Because she would do anything to keep studying magic.
And that included marching halfway across London to either rescue or drill some sense into her foolish brother. If Emmett got himself dismissed from his apprenticeship, she worried the king would send her away, too. There was no way King Uther would commit to the next court wizard being a woman.
The Tipsy Merchant was down by the docks, in a rough-and-tumble part of the city where the half-timbered houses were pressed so tightly together and tilted so precariously forward with their oversize upper stories that the slender streets resembled tunnels.
The tavern’s roof was in desperate need of thatch, and the windowless exterior was more wattle-and-daub than wood. She paused on the front steps, cracking the tension from her neck as she gathered her magic and pushed back her hood.
Extergio.
The unspoken spell released with an elegant snap. Emry held back a grin as her formerly sodden cloak flowed warm and dry from her shoulders, and the mud melted from her boots.
Much better. She took a steadying breath and pushed open the door.
It was a low-ceilinged place, noisy and dim, with cloaked patrons hunched over their cups and their dice and their business. She’d been right about the roof needing repairs. A couple of ceramic pots had been placed under the worst leaks, and rainwater dripped into—ugh, she really hoped those weren’tused chamber pots.
She edged past one with distaste. The tavern stank of sweat and damp wool and spilled ale. Dice clattered against a battered wooden table, and a burly man in an oilskin cloak let out a foul curse as his opponent scooped up a pile of winnings.
Definitely not one of her brother’s usual haunts. But he’d gotten banned from enough respectable taverns that it was only a matter of time before he tried a dodgy place like this. Emmett had an unfortunate habit of making cards and dice change to his favor more often than was plausible.
Emry spotted him immediately. He sat alone in a small booth, hunched over a table littered with empty mugs of ale, hair hanging in his face. At least he wasn’t bleeding, which was a relief. And he still had his clothes on. He was wearing his new jacket, a fine blue velvet with silver buttons and fur trim. He should have known better. No, he did know better. But he never thought that rules applied to him, and he clearly hadn’t started today.
“You’re the worst,” Emry grumbled, sliding into the booth. “I hope you know that.”
Her brother merely gave her a tired smile, his chin propped in one hand. “I do love a good lecture,” he slurred. “Go on, then.”
Emry rolled her eyes. “What’s the point? You’ve never listened to me before.”
“That is entirely untrue,” Emmett protested. “I listened when you said parting my hair down the middle made my eyebrows look uneven.”
“Not what I meant.” Emry shot her brother a glare.
Emmett shrugged. “Still counts.” He lifted his mug and took such an enormous gulp of ale that Emry suspected he was trying to quench something deeper than his...

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Verlag
Viking Books for Young Readers
Erscheinungsdatum
2023
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593351053
ISBN 13 
9780593351055
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Anzahl der Seiten
416
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