A blood relative had to hold the goat. His elder brothers refused, on superstition. Three cuts failed. The fourth worked. He remembers the smell and not the animal.
Shakuni is the ninety-eighth of a hundred sons — clever, unloved, and useful, which in the house of Subala is worse. When his sister is married north to the blind prince of Hastinapura, he goes with her: a small man in a large court, counting grain, pricing men, and guarding a family secret that could ruin them all.
For three years he lies, forges, bribes and kills to keep it buried.
The secret was never a secret.
His sister told them herself, before the wedding night, because she would not begin a marriage in a lie. The old men of Hastinapura have known the whole time. They held it the way an administrator holds anything — as inventory, worth more intact — and released it on the morning it stopped paying.
By then a hundred and one men of his house are standing on a stair, and there is one door, and it is new.
They are given one portion of food a day. His father does the arithmetic and proposes the only answer: all of it goes to one man, so that one man comes out of that room sharpened into a weapon. The choosing takes an afternoon. Shakuni argues for himself, on merit, and every man in the dark knows he is right.
He is in the cell for four hundred and thirty days. He is alone for two hundred and eighty-eight of them.
He comes out lame, weeping, and thanking them for their mercy. He is not faking the weeping. In his hand is a set of dice he made himself, over nine months, in the dark, with the edge of a spoon, out of the small bones of his father's right wrist.
The Prince of Bones is the first book of a cycle that ends at the dice game — the throw that breaks a dynasty and starts the war. This is not the story of how a good man was wronged. It is the story of how an ordinary, competent, affectionate man was spent, one piece at a time, by people who were mostly being reasonable.
For readers of Joe Abercrombie, Mark Lawrence, and Anand Neelakantan's Ajaya — and for anyone who has wondered what it costs to become the villain of somebody else's epic.
Book One of The Sun Court. A dark retelling from the Mahabharata.
Les informations fournies dans la section « Synopsis » peuvent faire référence à une autre édition de ce titre.
Vendeur : Grand Eagle Retail, Bensenville, IL, Etats-Unis
Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. He was eleven years old the first time they used him.A blood relative had to hold the goat. His elder brothers refused, on superstition. Three cuts failed. The fourth worked. He remembers the smell and not the animal.Shakuni is the ninety-eighth of a hundred sons - clever, unloved, and useful, which in the house of Subala is worse. When his sister is married north to the blind prince of Hastinapura, he goes with her: a small man in a large court, counting grain, pricing men, and guarding a family secret that could ruin them all.For three years he lies, forges, bribes and kills to keep it buried.The secret was never a secret.His sister told them herself, before the wedding night, because she would not begin a marriage in a lie. The old men of Hastinapura have known the whole time. They held it the way an administrator holds anything - as inventory, worth more intact - and released it on the morning it stopped paying.By then a hundred and one men of his house are standing on a stair, and there is one door, and it is new.They are given one portion of food a day. His father does the arithmetic and proposes the only answer: all of it goes to one man, so that one man comes out of that room sharpened into a weapon. The choosing takes an afternoon. Shakuni argues for himself, on merit, and every man in the dark knows he is right.He is in the cell for four hundred and thirty days. He is alone for two hundred and eighty-eight of them.He comes out lame, weeping, and thanking them for their mercy. He is not faking the weeping. In his hand is a set of dice he made himself, over nine months, in the dark, with the edge of a spoon, out of the small bones of his father's right wrist.The Prince of Bones is the first book of a cycle that ends at the dice game - the throw that breaks a dynasty and starts the war. This is not the story of how a good man was wronged. It is the story of how an ordinary, competent, affectionate man was spent, one piece at a time, by people who were mostly being reasonable.For readers of Joe Abercrombie, Mark Lawrence, and Anand Neelakantan's Ajaya - and for anyone who has wondered what it costs to become the villain of somebody else's epic.Book One of The Sun Court. A dark retelling from the Mahabharata. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798172039294
Quantité disponible : 1 disponible(s)
Vendeur : California Books, Miami, FL, Etats-Unis
Etat : New. Print on Demand. N° de réf. du vendeur I-9798172039294
Quantité disponible : Plus de 20 disponibles
Vendeur : CitiRetail, Stevenage, Royaume-Uni
Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. He was eleven years old the first time they used him.A blood relative had to hold the goat. His elder brothers refused, on superstition. Three cuts failed. The fourth worked. He remembers the smell and not the animal.Shakuni is the ninety-eighth of a hundred sons - clever, unloved, and useful, which in the house of Subala is worse. When his sister is married north to the blind prince of Hastinapura, he goes with her: a small man in a large court, counting grain, pricing men, and guarding a family secret that could ruin them all.For three years he lies, forges, bribes and kills to keep it buried.The secret was never a secret.His sister told them herself, before the wedding night, because she would not begin a marriage in a lie. The old men of Hastinapura have known the whole time. They held it the way an administrator holds anything - as inventory, worth more intact - and released it on the morning it stopped paying.By then a hundred and one men of his house are standing on a stair, and there is one door, and it is new.They are given one portion of food a day. His father does the arithmetic and proposes the only answer: all of it goes to one man, so that one man comes out of that room sharpened into a weapon. The choosing takes an afternoon. Shakuni argues for himself, on merit, and every man in the dark knows he is right.He is in the cell for four hundred and thirty days. He is alone for two hundred and eighty-eight of them.He comes out lame, weeping, and thanking them for their mercy. He is not faking the weeping. In his hand is a set of dice he made himself, over nine months, in the dark, with the edge of a spoon, out of the small bones of his father's right wrist.The Prince of Bones is the first book of a cycle that ends at the dice game - the throw that breaks a dynasty and starts the war. This is not the story of how a good man was wronged. It is the story of how an ordinary, competent, affectionate man was spent, one piece at a time, by people who were mostly being reasonable.For readers of Joe Abercrombie, Mark Lawrence, and Anand Neelakantan's Ajaya - and for anyone who has wondered what it costs to become the villain of somebody else's epic.Book One of The Sun Court. A dark retelling from the Mahabharata. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798172039294
Quantité disponible : 1 disponible(s)
Vendeur : AHA-BUCH GmbH, Einbeck, Allemagne
Taschenbuch. Etat : Neu. Neuware - He was eleven years old the first time they used him.A blood relative had to hold the goat. His elder brothers refused, on superstition. Three cuts failed. The fourth worked. He remembers the smell and not the animal.Shakuni is the ninety-eighth of a hundred sons - clever, unloved, and useful, which in the house of Subala is worse. When his sister is married north to the blind prince of Hastinapura, he goes with her: a small man in a large court, counting grain, pricing men, and guarding a family secret that could ruin them all.For three years he lies, forges, bribes and kills to keep it buried.The secret was never a secret.His sister told them herself, before the wedding night, because she would not begin a marriage in a lie. The old men of Hastinapura have known the whole time. They held it the way an administrator holds anything - as inventory, worth more intact - and released it on the morning it stopped paying.By then a hundred and one men of his house are standing on a stair, and there is one door, and it is new.They are given one portion of food a day. His father does the arithmetic and proposes the only answer: all of it goes to one man, so that one man comes out of that room sharpened into a weapon. The choosing takes an afternoon. Shakuni argues for himself, on merit, and every man in the dark knows he is right.He is in the cell for four hundred and thirty days. He is alone for two hundred and eighty-eight of them.He comes out lame, weeping, and thanking them for their mercy. He is not faking the weeping. In his hand is a set of dice he made himself, over nine months, in the dark, with the edge of a spoon, out of the small bones of his father's right wrist.The Prince of Bones is the first book of a cycle that ends at the dice game - the throw that breaks a dynasty and starts the war. This is not the story of how a good man was wronged. It is the story of how an ordinary, competent, affectionate man was spent, one piece at a time, by people who were mostly being reasonable.For readers of Joe Abercrombie, Mark Lawrence, and Anand Neelakantan's Ajaya - and for anyone who has wondered what it costs to become the villain of somebody else's epic.Book One of The Sun Court. A dark retelling from the Mahabharata. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798172039294
Quantité disponible : 2 disponible(s)