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P.J. Fox
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What Is My Duty as an Author?
Stephen King observed years ago, and I’m paraphrasing here, that there are two kinds of writers: those who write for themselves, and those who write for an audience. He was of the opinion, and I’m of the opinion, that only the first group really counts. If you’re a real writer, you never have to ask “what am I writing about next?” Your problem isn’t coming up with ideas, it’s surviving them. Yes,
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The Demon of Darkling Reach (The Black Prince Trilogy, #1)
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2014
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6 editions
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The White Queen (The Black Prince Trilogy, #2)
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2014
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2 editions
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The Black Prince: Part I (The Black Prince Trilogy, #3)
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2015
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2 editions
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The Black Prince: Part II (The Black Prince Trilogy, #4)
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2015
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2 editions
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The Prince's Slave (The Prince's Slave, #1-3)
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2015
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2 editions
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Captive In His Castle (The Prince's Slave, #1)
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2014
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2 editions
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Fallen
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2017
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2 editions
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Book of Shadows (Book of Shadows, #1)
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2016
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8 editions
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Bound In His Bed (The Prince's Slave, #2)
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2014
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2 editions
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The Price of Desire (The House of Light and Shadow, #1)
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2014
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5 editions
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“I,” he said, a faint note of derision in his voice, “am the least favored scion of our ruling house, House Mara Sant.” He was from Brontes, then. Which might explain the eyes…she thought again of certain differences, and suppressed a shudder. “I am a Prince of the Blood,” he continued, sounding both embittered and proud, “third in line for the Dragon Throne, and grand nephew to the Emperor. Owing to a…political dispute, I am now also an exile. Presented with a choice between resigning my commission in the na-vy and leaving to become governor of a mining planet and staying to face my uncle’s as-sassins….” He shrugged slightly, as if the choice were of no consequence.
“A…political dispute?”
“I gambled,” he said bluntly. “I lost.”
“You seem…sanguine,” she remarked, surprise blunting the instinct to guard her tongue.
“He shouldn’t have let me live.”
That anyone could discuss their own murder with such cold calculation horrified her. He horrified her. She chewed her lip, digesting all that he’d told her: not merely a naval officer, but a prince—and a maverick one at that. She wondered what he could have done.
“So you see,” he finished, “I’m no more free than you.” He laughed, then, but without humor. “We can be prisoners together. I am en route to a wretched planet called Tarsonis to assume governorship and as you have no other, more pressing engagement, you are coming with me.”
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“A…political dispute?”
“I gambled,” he said bluntly. “I lost.”
“You seem…sanguine,” she remarked, surprise blunting the instinct to guard her tongue.
“He shouldn’t have let me live.”
That anyone could discuss their own murder with such cold calculation horrified her. He horrified her. She chewed her lip, digesting all that he’d told her: not merely a naval officer, but a prince—and a maverick one at that. She wondered what he could have done.
“So you see,” he finished, “I’m no more free than you.” He laughed, then, but without humor. “We can be prisoners together. I am en route to a wretched planet called Tarsonis to assume governorship and as you have no other, more pressing engagement, you are coming with me.”
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“I,” he said, a faint note of derision in his voice, “am the least favored scion of our ruling house, House Mara Sant.” He was from Brontes, then. Which might explain the eyes…she thought again of certain differences, and suppressed a shudder. “I am a Prince of the Blood,” he continued, sounding both embittered and proud, “third in line for the Dragon Throne, and grand nephew to the Emperor. Owing to a…political dispute, I am now also an exile. Presented with a choice between resigning my commission in the na-vy and leaving to become governor of a mining planet and staying to face my uncle’s as-sassins….” He shrugged slightly, as if the choice were of no consequence.
“A…political dispute?”
“I gambled,” he said bluntly. “I lost.”
“You seem…sanguine,” she remarked, surprise blunting the instinct to guard her tongue.
“He shouldn’t have let me live.”
That anyone could discuss their own murder with such cold calculation horrified her. He horrified her. She chewed her lip, digesting all that he’d told her: not merely a naval officer, but a prince—and a maverick one at that. She wondered what he could have done.
“So you see,” he finished, “I’m no more free than you.” He laughed, then, but without humor. “We can be prisoners together. I am en route to a wretched planet called Tarsonis to assume governorship and as you have no other, more pressing engagement, you are coming with me.”
―
“A…political dispute?”
“I gambled,” he said bluntly. “I lost.”
“You seem…sanguine,” she remarked, surprise blunting the instinct to guard her tongue.
“He shouldn’t have let me live.”
That anyone could discuss their own murder with such cold calculation horrified her. He horrified her. She chewed her lip, digesting all that he’d told her: not merely a naval officer, but a prince—and a maverick one at that. She wondered what he could have done.
“So you see,” he finished, “I’m no more free than you.” He laughed, then, but without humor. “We can be prisoners together. I am en route to a wretched planet called Tarsonis to assume governorship and as you have no other, more pressing engagement, you are coming with me.”
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