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Genre: Fantasy
Author: John Marco
Title: The Eyes of a God
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The Eyes of a
God
John Marco




Barely twenty-seven, he still had a soldier's lust for life. Were it up to him, he would never make peace
with Reec. That way, L├╝ria would always need him.
But it wasn't up to him. Akeela ruled L├╝ria now, and this was a matter he had decided alone. If war
was Lukien's calling, then peace was Akeela's. Lukien glanced at his king and was pleased to be with
him. If a trap did lay ahead of him, he would welcome death at the side of such a good man.
smiled as if nothing could sour his mood. "Put your suspicions away, Lukien. Nothing will go wrong."
Lukien nodded, because everything Akeela said was true. He was seldom wrong, this new king of
L├╝ria, and that's why his people adored him. It was why they called him "Akeela the Good." And it was
why men like Lukien and the other Royal Chargers followed him, even into the heart of Reec. Lukien
settled into his saddle, trying for some of Akeela's abundant confidence. Behind them, the cavalry rode at
attention, unnerved by the sight of Hes. The Bronze Knight stole a backward glance at his men. Behind
the standard bearer he saw Lieutenant Trager. Unlike his underlings, Trager showed no trace of fear, but
his silence belied his anxiety. Lukien leaned toward Akeela.
'Trager seemsтАж uneasy."
Akeela put up a hand. "Not today, please."
'You should have left him at home. He'll disrupt things."
'He won't," said Akeela. "You're just trying to irritate him. Stop it now."
Like many of the Chargers, Trager hadn't wanted to come to Reec. Behind Akeela's back he had
secretly sneered at the notion of peace, sure that King Karis would snub the offer. Yet here they were,
on the road to the Reecian capital, invited guests of the king. For Lukien, who had battled the Reecians
since graduating war college, it seemed a miracle. Akeela was right to be proud. He had done something
his dead father had never dared dream. If the meeting went wellтАФif they weren't riding stupidly into a
trapтАФthen years of bloodshed might end and Lukien's Royal Chargers could at last sheath their swords.
The decades of war had made them hard and suspicious, but the light in Akeela's eyes had convinced