Prince's gambit

by C. S. Pacat

404 pages

English language

Published April 17, 2015 by Berkley.

ISBN:: 978-0-425-27427-9
OCLC Number:: 891941848

With their countries on the brink of war, Damen and his new master, Prince Laurent, must exchange the intrigues of the palace for the sweeping might of the battlefield as they travel to the border to avert a lethal plot. Forced to hide his identity, Damen finds himself increasingly drawn to the dangerous, charismatic Laurent. But as the fledgling trust between the two men deepens, the truth of secrets from both their pasts is poised to deal them the crowning death blow...

2 editions

nothing but joey reviewed Prince's gambit by C. S. Pacat (Captive Prince, #2)

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Laurent e Damen mi piacciono davvero molto assieme ma anche presi separatamente sono magnifici. Questo secondo capitolo mi è piaciuto decisamente molto più del primo, che ho quasi odiato ma non troppo, diciamo che certe cose non le ho tollerate molto. Ma questo, oh questo, è decisamente meglio!
I personaggi mi sono piaciuti un sacco, non solo i principali, ma anche i secondari. Durante la parte finale ho urlato un po' perché me la ricordavo ma rileggerla è stata proprio wow!

aurrai reviewed Prince's gambit by C. S. Pacat (Captive Prince, #2)

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A sample of the text:

The field was called Hellay, and Damen knew it as a half-inch of a familiar map, studied in lamplight across from a bent golden head. Discussing the quality of the ground here with Laurent last night he had said, ‘It has not been a harsh summer. It will be grass fields, gentle for riders if we need to depart from the road.’ It turned out to be true. The grass was thick and soft on either side of them. Hills rolled out before them, flowing one into another, and there were hills also to the east.

A sample of the text:

The field was called Hellay, and Damen knew it as a half-inch of a familiar map, studied in lamplight across from a bent golden head. Discussing the quality of the ground here with Laurent last night he had said, ‘It has not been a harsh summer. It will be grass fields, gentle for riders if we need to depart from the road.’ It turned out to be true. The grass was thick and soft on either side of them. Hills rolled out before them, flowing one into another, and there were hills also to the east.