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431 pages, Paperback
First published January 26, 2021

This is a tale of knights and ladies. A story of the growing pains of a young boy, born the second son of a Lord of a lower house, with no worth except being a ransom to a king. It is also a story of a young lady, who found herself in care of the king, but could never forget her childhood friend.
The young boy grew up to be Knight Ransom, and the young girl Lady Claire. Even though the death of a king separated them, fate would always bring them together.
The tone of the story is a romantic medieval with a young adult overlay. Meaning, it's not brutal, and a very endearing tale.
This is my first Jeff Wheeler novel and I was very impressed with his writing. The flow was easy and addicting. I enjoyed it so much that I had to run out a buy more of his Kingfountain tales.
The king beamed, striding toward him. “See, Emiloh? I knew he could handle my jests.”
“You didn’t know. You’ve never met him before,” she said with a sigh. “My apologies for my husband’s rude sense of humor.”
“It’s not rude, how dare you suggest that! I’m offended.”
“If you’re offended, then I’m a duckling,” she said.
His name is Marshall, but I call him Ransom because I think it annoys him. He kept staring at me hair when we first met, so I nearly clogged him in the head. But he’s not an eejit. Not like the others. After I asked him why he kept bothering about me hair, he said it made him think of autumn leaves when they change color. The other girls laughed at him when he said it. I clogged them instead.
“The collier is a symbol. It is the last blow you will receive without being allowed a reprisal. If any man strikes you hence, you have the freedom to strike back.” He held up his finger, which gleamed in the torchlight. “But while a knight may strike back, a true knight will yield that right. He will resist. It is a token of Virtus to be able to exact revenge and to choose mercy instead.”
There’s something about being the second in line, isn’t there?” said Devon with a grunt. “What would you call it, Ransom? Jealousy?”
“Poverty,” Ransom replied.