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288 pages, Paperback
First published May 15, 2018



“What is a friend?
Troth without end.
A light in the eyes,
A touch of the hand--
I would follow you even
To death’s cold strand.”
"My father says 'White King' is only a mistake for 'Viking,' making a fairy tale of how our ancestors in longboats came to Calidon."
“A prince I was, yes, but in looks no more than passable--no comelier or taller than most men--and in prowess, no better with sword or lance or horses or--or anything. I had quested nowhere, had wooed no true love, I was--I felt myself nothing compared to my father. I loved him.”
“Once I regained my strength and got up out of the bed, it would be Father and Albaric again, Albaric and Father, and the heartache and constant fear. I did not want to die, but neither did I want to live.”
“‘My father,’ I burst out, ‘when he set foot on the ground, his horse turned to air. When he took the ring off you, his fire went out. His light is gone. He cannot return whence he came. He has thrown in his lot with mortals now, and he will someday die, and he has made this sacrifice to save you.’”
“But a king must think like a king. An oddling comes and claims to be my son. What can I think but that he schemes to take the throne?”
"I saw the invisible drawing of swords between him and Albaric; I felt the tension in the close air of the bedchamber. Dark, it was too dark in there because of the shadow of death. Father wore black."
“Yet his face reddened, and now I recognized what I saw there: shame, with which he struggled clumsily, unaccustomed to guilt, to error. Never in my memory had such self-doubt afflicted him before.”
“Writing fiction has always, for me, been an alchemy of turning pain into poetry, ugliness into beauty. It has been a kind of redemption.”

“Son of the wind, son of the thunder. Fleet are your legs, son of the lightning. Son of sky raining, shod with silver. Son of the dayspring, shod with gold.”

