Lady-Protector: The Eighth Book of the Corean Chronicles
L. E. Modesitt Jr.
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A new novel of Mykella, the young woman introduced in The Lord-Protector's Daughter. Though a bloody coup has made Mykella ruler of her land, it has left her and her two sisters bereft of family and uncertain of their friends. Worse, an examination of the nation's accounts reveals that their country is almost destitute. Plus, there are rumblings of war along the borders. With no money and few allies, Mykella is faced with the difficult prospect of rebuilding her nation while trying to hold off a potentially devastating invasion.
Fortunately for Mykella, an old magic has awakened in her; a power that gives her the ability to read the emotions of others and to spy on the movements of her enemies. But the resurgence of this power might herald the return of an ancient enemy, one that Mykella isn't sure how to face.
L.E. Modesitt, Jr. returns to the world of The Corean Chronicles with a novel filled with politics, adventure, magic, and romance.
went to the Table chamber, this time with Rachylana and by foot. Rachylana wore heavy riding clothes, as Mykella had requested. She let Rachylana unlock the door but let her own Talent enter before her. There was no feeling of purpleness beyond that of the Table, and she stepped into the chamber, followed by Rachylana. Once they stood before the Table, Mykella said, “Try to find Cheleyza.” The mists appeared, then swirled away, revealing Cheleyza riding along an avenue, her brother besides her,
word of respect, and you’ve seethed the entire time you’ve been here with anger and resentment at having to face a Lady-Protector. Since two others who served my father committed treason, I don’t think sealing your study until I can examine it is anything more than a simple precaution.” She smiled. “You did not wish to serve me and Lanachrona loyally, and I have accepted your resignation and released you from that obligation … as you wished. I trust you will serve Lanachrona well and loyally in
afternoon, to tell you what I discovered in the Table, but Captain Maeltor said you were occupied with the auxiliaries. What did you determine?” “I was about to ask the same of you.” “Indulge me,” said Mykella with a smile. “The women are better trained than I could have hoped for the time they have been under discipline. The Southern Guard squad leaders who have watched say that Undercaptain Salyna is merciless, but not quite impossible, in her demands of them. I fear that she will insist on
stretched, and no stabs of pain shot through her shoulders or elsewhere in her body although she was aware of soreness in her upper arms and abdomen. She stood and walked to the dressing-table mirror, studying herself. Most of the dead skin on her face had flaked off, but there were still a few patches … nothing that unguent and powder could not disguise. She did take her time washing up and dressing in the clean nightsilks that someone—doubtless Wyandra’s assistant—had washed, let dry, and
earlier on Sexdi morning, marveling at how much she disliked Seltyr Khanasyl after one short meeting and one set of words in ink. … since you were so kind as to request our suggestions for a Minister of Highways and Rivers, we have discussed the matter with a number of others … Other Seltyrs, no doubt. … and have decided to offer several names for your consideration, believing that you will be able to select the one that best suits the needs of the ministry … In other words, you’d better