{"id":253021,"date":"2026-07-13T02:32:11","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:32:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-great-and-powerful-tyranny-victoria-carbol\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:32:11","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:32:11","slug":"a-great-and-powerful-tyranny-victoria-carbol","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-great-and-powerful-tyranny-victoria-carbol\/","title":{"rendered":"A Great And Powerful Tyranny – Victoria Carbol"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Heat washed over her, hungry and strange, and then it was gone, leaving her panting. Thran was grim as he ushered her into the alcove of the inn\u2019s entrance. \u201cThat\u2019s curfew. Hurry.\u201d The inn was a decrepit place, wooden beams damp and rotting. The sign above read The King\u2019s Command, and Thia wondered if that was its original name or if they had been forced to change it at some point upon King Caradoc\u2019s rise to the throne.<\/p>\n

Thran pressed the creaky door open, and Thia scrambled after. She was short but still had to duck through the arch to enter. Inside was dim and musty, a hearth on the far wall empty of flame. There was a bar to the left, only one patron seated at it, his face obscured by a hood.<\/p>\n

After the noise of the city, it was eerily quiet, the only sound the creak of wooden steps as a young woman in a plain brown dress descended. She had white skin that looked as though it couldn\u2019t remember the touch of sunlight, her hair a pale gold swept into a bun. She glanced between Thran and Thia. \u201cYou cut it close.\u201d Thran nodded. \u201cWe was lookin\u2019 fer a healer.\u201d Thia\u2019s attention flickered to the older man.<\/p>\n

His accent had definitely changed, the words clipped, more tentative. He flashed her a meaningful look, and she hoped her face was clear of surprise. \u201cHard to come by these days,\u201d the woman said. \u201cI\u2019m Mara. How can I help you?\u201d \u201cNeed a room fer me \u2018n\u2019 my daughter, if you\u2019ve got it,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, we\u2019ve got it,\u201d Mara replied. \u201cFew spend the night in Cyning, if they can help it.\u201d She sounded bitter. There were purple circles under her eyes visible even in the dim, a weary stoop to her shoulders. \u201cLetter of entrance?\u201d Thran showed her the parchment the guards had provided and she nodded. \u201cThank you.\u201d \u201cDo you run this place by yourself?\u201d Thia asked. Mara glanced at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cSince my father was called in the last conscription.\u201d She bowed. \u201cA great honor to serve His Majesty.\u201d It was hard to tell, since she was a stranger, and her tone was light and airy, but Thia thought there was a hint of sarcasm in it. She straightened. \u201cI\u2019ll show you to the room.\u201d<\/p>\n

They followed her upstairs and down a hall that was just as damp and dark as the rest of the inn. She paused at a door halfway down the hall.<\/p>\n

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Thank you for buying this Page Street Publishing Co. ebook. To receive special offers, bonus content, and info on new releases and other great reads, sign up for our newsletters. Or visit us online at www.pagestreetpublishing.com 1kitap1.com\/en FOR BILLIE FOSSA, beloved grandmother and friend, who taught me to love books, and people. 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENT WARNINGS This book contains elements regarding violence, blood and gore, death and grief (especially regarding a parent), displacement, medical treatment and procedures, animal harm, homophobia, and discussion of grooming and sexual assault.<\/p>\n

Readers who may be sensitive to these elements are advised to take note. 1kitap1.com\/en PART I STORM CROW 1kitap1.com\/en ONE THE MAN\u2019S FEMUR WAS BROKEN CLEANLY IN TWO. UNCONSCIOUS, HE seemed more asleep than in pain, but there was enough blood seeping from the open wound, red muscles peeled back from the surgical cut, to turn stomachs. Luckily, Thia\u2019s was made of iron. Riley, her best friend and the intern next to her, was not so blessed.<\/p>\n

He turned away from the table, one brown hand flying to his pink-painted mouth as he let out a half-amused, half-tortured \u201cHooo my god,\u201d under his breath. Thia might have laughed under other circumstances, but her attention was too fixed to the procedure. Both mere high school students, she and Riley were stuck to the far wall, permitted to view but not interfere.<\/p>\n

Dr. Bowen, the surgeon administering the procedure, held out a hand to the assisting doctor on her left. \u201cScrews.\u201d Thia shifted her notebook and clutched her pen a little tighter. \u201cBrace yourself,\u201d she whispered out of the side of her mouth. The assisting doctor eyed the wound with a grimace. \u201cWe\u2019re lucky there\u2019s no damage to the femoral artery with that break.\u201d He paused and looked at the two medical interns\u2014those who had actually completed med school, unlike Thia and Riley, who were part of an advanced, prospective pre-med high school program.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat can you tell me about injuries to the femoral artery in relation to a broken femur?\u201d The intern closest to the table raised a hand. \u201cWithout proper treatment, a patient could bleed out in as little as three minutes, depending on the severity of the injury.\u201d The doctor nodded, and Thia scribbled the answer as quickly as she could. \u201cHe\u2019s lucky. Working out in the fields, he didn\u2019t have three minutes.\u201d The man had somehow managed to run himself over with his tractor while stopped to clear a fallen branch out of its path.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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