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The Barbed Coil
by
J.V. Jones

J.V Jones was born in Liverpool in 1963. When she was twenty, she
began working for a record label and was part of the Liverpool music
scene of the early eighties. She later moved to San Diego, California,
where she ran an export business for several years and was the
marketing director for an interactive software company. Praise for The
Barbed Coil:

The Barbed Coil is a superb novel, sculpted from colourful vocabulary
and fantastic clarity of thought from an author who is sure to continue
her dazzling literary career. Read it, or regret it later SFX

J.V. Jones was born in Liverpool in 1963. When she was twenty, she
began working for a record label and was part of the Liverpool music
scene of the early eighties. She later moved to San Diego, California,
where she ran an export business for several years and was the
marketing director for an interactive software company. Her interests
include music, history, cooking and computer games.

The Barbed Coil is J.V. Jones fourth novel. Her first three, making up
the Book of Words trilogy, were The Baker's Boy, A Man Betrayed and
Master and Fool. She is currently working on A Cavern of Black Ice,
the first novel in a new fantasy trilogy.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I owe thanks and appreciation to Betsy Mitchell for her invaluable help
and advice, to John Murray, Wayne D. Chang, Russell Galen and Danny
Baror, Man C. Okuda, Sona Vogel, and Daniel R. Home. On matters of
illuminated manuscripts, their painting and preparation, I am indebted
to works by Michelle P. Brown and Janet Backhouse (though I must admit
to inventing a few of the nastier preparations such as ground glass
suspended in a binding mineral pitch myself!). And, as always, thanks
to Richard...

PROLOGUE:

The one who would soon be king ran naked through the woods. Night
birds, night creatures, and night insects traveled with him through the
vein-dark maze. Smells were sharp, the air was thin. The moon was a
blade meant for cutting.

Tree roots thrust like fists through the soil. Tree branches cracked
like whips as he passed. Everything the faraway stars, the
night-tainted clouds, the rain-moistened earth, and the beasts in the
shadows were his for the taking this night.