The Future King

Informationen zum Autor 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 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. Klappentext Return to the hotbed of thirst and scandal that is Camelot in this highly anticipated sequel to The Other Merlin. Emry can now openly train as a female wizard, but life at court is far from easy when her magic is starting to become uncontrollable, along with her crush on the future King Arthur. Fresh from an epic victory over sorceress Morgana Le Fay to keep the doorway between worlds safely closed, Emry Merlin should be flying high. She no longer has to hide that she's a girl wizard in Camelot, and the battle has brought her closer than ever to Prince Arthur, with whom she has slowly fallen in love. Even her hapless but beloved twin brother Emmett has joined her at court. But Emry is hiding a secret, and she's not the only one. Her magic has become unpredictable and dangerous, casting spells that she doesn't intend. Despite destiny acting like he's worthy, Prince Arthur knows he doesn't have what it takes to rule Camelotuntil a terrible tragedy forces his hand. And though Guinevere is hooking up with the hottest guy in the palace, it's not who she's actually betrothed to . . . Leseprobe 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 citynot to mention the mudin 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 ...

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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 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.

Klappentext

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?

Leseprobe
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…