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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Jorian, Xylar, Reluctant entitled The Reluctant King
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conversations.value: The Reluctant King: The trilogy follows the adventures of ex-king Jorian, a native of the village of Ardamai in the kingdom of Kortoli, one of the twelve city-states of Novaria.\nJorian is a powerful and intelligent man who has trained extensively for a life of adventure but is hampered by garulousness and a weakness for drink and women.\nWhen first seen, Jorian is the reluctant king of Xylar, another Novarian city-state.\nThe Xylarians select their king every five years by executing the reigning monarch and tossing his head into a crowd; the man who catches it becomes the next king (despite the terrible end awaiting the victor in this contest, there is never a lack of candidates, intentional or otherwise.\n).\nJorian, having been selected for the position five years before, is at the end of his term as ruler.\nHe miraculously escapes his fate with the aid of the Mulvanian sorcerer dr Karadur.\nThe tale continues through a pair of spectacularly disastrous quests in aid of his savior, the first taking them through the exotic lands of Mulvan, Komilakh and Shven and the second south to the ancient empire of Penembei.\nIn the course of the later adventure Jorian is tapped to be ruler of Penembei, an office nearly as hazardous as that of king of Xylar.\nAdroitly ducking this second crown, he endeavors to recover from Xylar his favorite wife Estrildis, with whom he hopes to retire to a life of quiet obscurity, only to have things once again go wrong.
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conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: The Reluctant King
  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
  The ambush, led by Fonu Edekk, had nearly destroyed the veteran armies of Armania and Sarikar and had taken out both kings, leaving Trevn to defend his people from the threat of takeover.
  As the Seffynaw anchored off the eastern coast of Er'Rets, he stood with Mielle at the starboard rail of the quarterdeck and observed the caravan that had assembled on the yellowed plains. It seemed like Barek Hadar had brought every wagon in Armanguard to safely transport Trevn and his party back to the castle stronghold.
  Trevn felt it. The soul-binding allowed them to share each other's emotions, and right now Mielle's apprehension was distracting him from making plans. "Nervous about wagons?" he asked, taking hold of her chilled hand.
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: They reached the courtyard just as Rosârah Thallah and her Igote guards entered from the opposite side, returning from wherever they'd taken the emperor. The shadir around Thallah's neck unwound itself and floated into the air above her head.
  The two groups came to a standstill in front of the doors to the great hall. The short, fat Armanian queen and Empress Jazlyn's thin, elderly form looked almost comical as they faced each other, as if ready for battle.
  Thallah's startled expression gave her away. "How dare you imply... ? I don't owe you any... Hand over Prince Ferro this instant!"
  Something banged in the distance. Qoatch shifted slightly and peered down the corridor that led straight to the stronghold's main entrance. The doors were closed for now, blocked with several crossbars. Another bang shook them. Then another.
  As the pounding continued, Thallah began to fidget and pace. "I do not wish to see our soldiers kill each other unnecessarily, Empress. Is that what you want?"
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conversations.value: the last two paragraphs
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conversations.value: The man breathed out a shudder as he stalked away mumbling about witches and goddesses. He promised an offering to Cetheria if she would protect him.
  For the first time in a long time, she was not afraid. Arman had given her a way to protect herself from evil men and to destroy the enemy's minions. In fact, if she could leave her body again, perhaps she could study the camp and discover something important to pass on to Rosâr Trevn. Finally, she was taking a step toward the future she had seen so long ago. She had no ideas as to what Arman wanted her to do at present, but until he made that clear, she would make good use of her time here and her new gift by spying for Rosâr Trevn. She concentrated, and as she left her body again, everything came back into focus.