An Intimate History of the Greater Kingdom

Now that he's of age, Prince Temmin must leave his childhood home behind for a new life with his father in the capital. King Harsin plans to educate his son in the ways of all the kings who have come before. But the family's immortal adviser, Teacher, has other plans: to bring Temmin closer to his people, to bind him to a Temple devoted to eroticism, and to set him on a path that will lead ultimately to unimaginable glory for the House of Tremont--or its end.

Follow the young and naive Temmin, his smart and practical sister Sedra, and his cheerful, flirtatious sister Ellika over the course of ten years, from young adulthood to Temmin’s coronation.

This is a story for grown-ups; there are sexual themes and situations, much like real life. If you are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, we ask you to go elsewhere. Thank you.

In book one, Temmin adjusts to his new life, far from the home he loves and his best friend. His mother is distracted, his father is disapproving, his sisters busy with their own lives. The one person with time for him is Teacher, who he discovers is both immortal, and bound to the royal family. Through a magic book, Teacher immerses Temmin in the story of a princess enchanted to return the desire of anyone who wants her. As he experiences the story, and as he begins an apprenticeship at the Lovers' Temple, Temmin is forced to confront his own sexuality, what constitutes consent, and his own fumbling wrongdoings against women.

"I promise you that you know me," said Warin in a loud voice. "I am Warin, Prince of Tremont, eldest son of Gethin, and I have come back to take what's mine. Let me in." The captain drew his sword; his men followed suit, as did the Travelers. But Warin did not draw. Instead, he held his hands out to his sides. "Come close to me and tell me you don't know me. Tell me to my face I'm not who I say I am."

The captain approached warily, watching the Travelers for signs of ambush or falsehood. He looked in Warin's face, squinting. "You are very like him, I admit it. But it's been ten years since he's been seen here. How can I be sure?" Warin scanned the parapets until he saw a burning torch. He snatched a flame from it and formed it into a wand of light in his hand. "I've seen other nobles do that," said the captain uncomfortably.

Warin smiled grimly. "And this?" He spread his hands and the wand turned into a long staff. Warin spun it and struck the ground with one end. A wall of flames sprang up around the captain, who screamed in panic. Warin waved his hand; the flames died instantly, but he kept the staff in his hand.

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Macca spat the chunk of flesh at Henrik, his blood trickling down her chin and her dagger in her hand. "You, my lord, are a false friend and worse, a traitor. We spoke inside Corharla Hill, and I am bound by my oath to keep this conversation between us. I leave it to you to explain the missing end of your tongue--perhaps," she said in her dry way, "a shaving accident, or better, a peckish whore. You will never, ever approach me alone again or I will kill you where you stand. I've given fair warning. More than that I'm not required to give under both Sairish and Tremontine law. Get up, sir, and get out. We are blood enemies from this moment on."

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Underneath her moans of ecstasy, Rose was thinking. She was thinking how much nicer it would be were she to have her sponsor wrapped around her thumb rather than bowing to his every whim. She was thinking how much nicer it would be were her sponsor the highest man in the kingdom. She was thinking how she could parlay such a sponsorship into riches, and fame, and real position--not reflected glory, but her own.

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