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Cover of Heritage: Book One of the Gairden Chronicles

Heritage: Book One of the Gairden Chronicles

✍ Scribed by Craddock, David L

Book ID
108273258
Publisher
Tyche Books Ltd.
Year
2014
Tongue
English
Weight
291 KB
Series
Gairden Chronicles 1
Category
Fiction
ISBN-13
9781928025016

No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.

✦ Synopsis

Prince Aidan Gairden’s life has been planned out for him since 800 years before he was born. On his sixteenth birthday, he will take up Heritage, the magical sword wielded by his mother and generations of Gairden ancestors before him, and lead the kingdom of Torel into a new golden age of peace and prosperity.

That’s how his mother imagines his impending reign, anyway. Aidan prefers to see it as decades of sitting in an uncomfortable chair listening to old men bicker over property lines and taxes.

To Aidan’s utter shock, Heritage grants his wish. In front of his parents and the entire kingdom, the sword rejects Aidan, leaving Torel without an heir.

While Aidan struggles to find his place, an ancient evil awakens and provokes a war between Torel and the warrior tribes of the west. Thrust upon a bloody trail of deception and corruption, Aidan is forced to make a desperate choice: lead Torel in a war he does not believe in, or be banished from his home and family forever.

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