The Kingdom of Copper. S. Chakraborty A.

The Kingdom of Copper - S. Chakraborty A.


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       Copyright

      HarperVoyager

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2019

      Copyright © S.A. Chakraborty 2019

      Cover design Micaela Alcaino © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

      Cover photographs © Shutterstock.com

      Designed by Paula Russell Szafranski

      Map copyright © Nicolette Caven

      S.A. Chakraborty asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008239442

      Ebook Edition © February 2019 ISBN: 9780008239466

      Version: 2019-01-07

       Dedication

      FOR SHAMIK

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Maps

      Prologue

      Chapter 1: Nahri

      Chapter 2: Ali

      Chapter 3: Nahri

      Chapter 4: Dara

       Chapter 8: Ali

       Chapter 9: Ali

       Chapter 10: Nahri

       Chapter 11: Ali

       Chapter 12: Nahri

       Chapter 13: Nahri

       Chapter 14: Dara

       Chapter 15: Ali

       Chapter 16: Dara

       Chapter 17: Nahri

       Chapter 18: Nahri

       Chapter 19: Dara

       Chapter 20: Ali

       Chapter 21: Nahri

       Chapter 22: Ali

       Chapter 23: Nahri

       Chapter 24: Dara

       Chapter 25: Ali

       Chapter 26: Nahri

       Chapter 27: Ali

       Chapter 28: Nahri

       Chapter 29: Ali

       Chapter 30: Nahri

       Chapter 31: Ali

       Chapter 32: Nahri

       Chapter 33: Ali

       Chapter 34: Nahri

       Chapter 35: Nahri

       Chapter 36: Ali

       Chapter 37: Dara

       Chapter 38: Nahri

       Chapter 39: Dara

       Chapter 40: Nahri

       Chapter 41: Dara

       Epilogue

       Cast of Characters

       Glossary

       The Six Tribes of the Djinn

       Acknowledgements

       Also by S. A. Chakraborty

       About the Publisher

       Maps

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       PROLOGUE

       ALI

      Alizayd al Qahtani didn’t make it a month with his caravan.

      “Run, my prince, run!” the sole Ayaanle member of his traveling party cried as he staggered into Ali’s tent one night when they were camped along a southern bend of the Euphrates. Before the man could say more, a blood-dark blade burst from his chest.

      Ali flew to his feet. His weapons already at hand, he slashed the back of the tent open with a strike of his zulfiqar and fled into the darkness.

      They pursued him on horseback, but the Euphrates glistened close ahead, black as the star-drenched night reflected in the river’s coursing surface. Praying his weapons were secure, Ali plunged into the water as the first arrows flew, one whistling past his ear.

      The cold water was a shock, but Ali swam fast, the motion as instinctual as walking, faster than he ever had, with a grace that would have taken him aback had he not been preoccupied with saving his life. Arrows struck the water around him, following his path, and so he dived deep, the water growing murky. The Euphrates was wide, and it took him time to cross, to push through waterweeds and fight the fierce current trying to drag him downstream.

      It was only when he was staggering up the opposite bank that the sick realization swept over him: he had not needed to emerge for air the entire time.

      Ali gulped, shivering


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