Kingdom's Flames
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Last published Wed, Aug 5, 2015
Set in the medieval times, James struggles to avenge his fathers death that occurred at the hands of a corrupt king. He is now 18 years old and on his own in the city. He has set in motion a chain of events that could get him killed. James has rebelled against the king and that itself is punishable by death. But when he meets 11 year old Thomas and his younger sister Janet will he change his ways? Will the female knight, Alexandria, betray him or help him? Find out in this action packed book.
Silently, to himself, James made a promise," I vow never to bow to the king, never to serve him, never to aid him, never to save him. If he is bleeding I will pass him by. If he is hurt, I won't aid him, and if he calls my name I will ignore him. He will never have my acceptance as a ruler, he will never know me, and he will never see me again. From this day forth, if my name isn't James Carter then the king is my best friend, I vow never to aid the kingdom again. I vow never to help anyone ever again; I vow to destroy this kingdom and everything it stands for, because they are murderers, thieves, liars, abusers, and cheats. They are nothing to me anymore and I am nothing to them anyway. I will avenge my father because I am James Carter and I will not rest until this kingdom is in ashes."
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