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The Way of the Wilderking by Jonathan Rogers
Back Cover: In book three of the acclaimed Wilderking Trilogy, civilizer Aidan returns home from three years in Feechiefen Swamp to discover that a party known as the Aidanites has arisen among his fellow Corenwalders. They believe the Wilderking Chant makes reference to Aidan, and that he is destined to overthrow Corenwald’s tyrant King Darrow.
Aidan has no intention of leading any such rebellion. But when the Corenwald kingdom continues to weaken, and the enemy Pyrthens threaten to invade, it’s clear the Aidanites are the only army his people have left. What soon transpires among civilizers, feechiefolk, Corenwalders, and Pyrthens alike, no reader could predict. When all is said and done, who will be the Wilderking?
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The Secret of the Swamp King by Jonathan Rogers
Back Cover: Your majesty – I write to warn you: your most dangerous enemy dwells under your roof. Beware the youngest son of Errol. He has convinced himself that he is the Wilderking of ancient prophecy, and the rightful occupant of the throne at Tambluff. His every action is calculated to convince your courtiers of the same…he shamelessly claims to be friends with the feechiefolk, part of a scheme to build a legend around himself that is in keeping with the Wilderking Prophecy. Your majesty, it pains me to accuse a fellow Corenwalder of treason. But it pains me more to think that my king would be nurturing a traitor under his own roof. Yours sincerely, A loyal subject”
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The Bark of the Bog Owl by Jonathan Rogers
Back Cover: Aidan didn’t quite know what to do. He had been summoned here, yet he felt as if he was interrupting. Suddenly, the white head lurched up. The old man’s big green eyes searched around the room, as if he had heard a voice and was trying figure out where it came from.
When they passed over Aidan, his eyes locked in. They seemed to see more in Aidan than any eyes had ever seen before. The old man spoke. “Hail to the Wilderking…Corenwald’s deliverer.”