The Will Of The Kings.

The Will Of The Kings.

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The City of Farnbreth's fortunes were changing and soon Williams's blind loyalty would lead him, and those who would follow him without question, into the depths of war, to the heart of the city's survival, and the only hope for them to return home. Unwavering conviction sends them stumbling and feeling their way through matters they know almost nothing about, and places them against Farnbreth's mightiest enemies. Enemies who see a mighty City as their opressor but have fogotten the reason for its making and those that it protects them from. Enemies who would do a deal with the devil if it ment to win. Take away an order and what will be there to replace it. Old ways and myths are feared but not everything of anything is as terrible as people are lead to believe. A story about how the 'common people' can influence the greatest of events and most powerful of people. Dreamed up by me and edited by a life long friend Melissa Wheeler to help off set my Dyslexia. © All Rights Reserved
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