About

 
 
The Peacock King is a project with two authors, Irk and Char. It is a series of novels and short stories and illustrations, with a new chapter or short posted every Friday. The books should be read in the order they're placed on the Read page in. Shorts and miniseries can go before or after depending on the story, but make sure to read Echoes before The White Thaumist! The storyverse is a pretty big world, so to keep track of it we need at least two brains, and sometimes three.  Usually we work out this problem by mugging a random passerby for his brain, or just borrowing one of the cats'.
 

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There's quite a library here for you to peruse.  If you want to head straight on into the epic Peacock King Trilogy, start with Book 1. After that we suggest reading Echoes, which prequels the Peacock King but has more punch if you read it afterwards. It'll be a good preparation for The White Thaumist Trilogy, which starts two months after The Peacock King Trilogy ends.  If you're in for some brief fun, or you're waiting for the next chapter of the current book to post, try a short or a snippet!  For a medium-length jaunt that's not exactly a cross-country marathon like a whole book would be, a miniseries makes for a good selection.
 

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The Peacock King Trilogy Book 1: A Token-Box With Which to Buy a Soul

Gerald finds more than he bargained for during his spying mission in the Court when he finds his long-lost brother there. Entangled in a dangerous scheme that involves magic, slavery, and secret plans, will Gerald and his brother free the land itself from the grip of a tyrant, or will they fall under his spell?

Chapter 1 - A Poet in the King's Court

Picture this:

Me, all lanky arms and lean, strong legs, standing easy with my weight shifted ever-so-slightly forward, casual but always ready to attack. I'm wearing faded black jeans with all my pockets sewn in. Dust still rests in the creases of my leather boots. I have my hat stowed away somewhere, but with the bandana tied loose around my neck I still manage to practically spell "gunslinger" with the buttons on the front of my dark blue shirt. Carrying my guns out would complete the effect, but I've stowed them. They tend to speak with their own voices, and that might just give me away.

I am standing right in the middle of the poser king's court and no one even knows I'm here. I'm elbow-to-elbow with posh. I'm getting dust on their fancy shoes. No one pays me heed.

Chapter 2 - Big, Mean, Nasty Dogs

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Shanghaied, brother. You didn't expect me. But that's typical, no one's expected anything out of me in our family. I don't blame you for being your father's son. Hells, I'd strive for that myself, if I thought I had any chance of achieving it.

But, moving on to business. I have need of a poet, and it seems you're so conveniently watching that area, so why not turn your attention to me? It would be difficult to avoid such a thing, I know! I just naturally draw people's eyes and ears. And really, won't I be more useful than some underling servant who looks just like the others, the others who the King will likely forget even before he's left the room? You need me. So you'll be riding my shoulder now.

So don't think of it as a hijacking! Think of it as a favor.

* * *

...If he wasn't kin to me I'd put a bullet in his head. I could hit him from here, too. I could nail him, wards and distance be damned.

Cast

 
In this section, you can find information on the characters in The Peacock King as well as view pretty pictures of them!

Gerald

 

Gerald Akribastes is arguably the hero of The Peacock King. The story starts from his perspective, following his mission as a spy in the Peacock King's Court. He fancies himself a cowboy. Brave and skilled in both the arts of the Poets and the Armed, Gerald is...an absolute self-obsessed twit.

Chapter 3 - Somewhere to Rest My Boots

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I almost punch the statue in front of me. Once I restrain myself from that, I almost grasp for my guns just so I can shoot something. Anything. I'm not sure if the bullet's really meant for the King or for Lyric.

I am beginning to see why my teachers were so adamant that we who carry Arms learn to keep them in a safe place at times like this. Fury is an automatic thinker.

I sit for a few moments, force myself to be still, to not run after my brother. To not act. Acting right now would lead to foolish mistakes. I'm not thinking with my mind now. I'm thinking with both an anger that can only be caused by my kin and a fury that can only be called up by someone putting my kin into harm. Both must be quelled. This will be a very short mission otherwise.

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