Prince of Fools. Mark Lawrence
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PRINCE OF FOOLS
Book One of The Red Queen’s War
Mark Lawrence
HarperVoyager
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First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2014
Copyright © Mark Lawrence 2014
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Jacket illustration © Jason Chan
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Source ISBN: 9780007531530
Ebook Edition © 2014 ISBN: 9780007531554
Version: 2017-05-31
Dedicated to my daughter, Heather.
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by Mark Lawrence
About the Publisher
I’m a liar and a cheat and a coward, but I will never, ever, let a friend down. Unless of course not letting them down requires honesty, fair play, or bravery.
I’ve always found hitting a man from behind to be the best way to go about things. This can sometimes be accomplished by dint of a simple ruse. Classics such as, ‘What’s that over there?’ work surprisingly often, but for truly optimal results it’s best if the person doesn’t ever know you were there.
‘Ow! Jesu! What the hell did you do that for?’ Alain DeVeer turned, clamping his hand to the back of his head and bringing it away bloody.
When the person you hit