Patric's Saga: The Story of Ireland's High King, Brian Boru and His Mystical Wife, Kormlada
When the treacherous O'Neill king allows Vikings to raid his home in Thomond, Brian Boru of the little known Dal Cais Clan, embarks on a life long journey to capture Ireland's high crown. But in a world where murder, sex and betrayal are commonly employed to gain political power, Brian realizes that those pretending to be his allies are working against him. With the help of Patric, the son of his closest friend, Brian wages bloody wars against the Vikings and the O'Neill Clan, inching closer to his crown. Only when he kidnaps the famed Kormlada, wife to two high kings including his nemesis, Malsakin O'Neill, does Brian realize that other worldly forces may be playing a role in his ascension. Both beautiful and mystical, Kormlada has a penchant for mischief as well as getting what she wants-and what she wants is power. With Kormlada's assistance, Brian captures his throne but his wife's over reaching ambition turns her attention toward another man-Patric's foster son, Njord the Black. The result is one of the bloodiest battles in Irish history.
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