KING, Prophet, Empire - Lewis, C. Aaron
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VICTORY ISN'T WON. IT'S MANUFACTURED. This isn't a school. It's a prison, a training ground, a factory. Children are broken down and rebuilt as weapons. They're trained to read faces, twist truth, steer crowds, control, and rule. They're taught to burn nations on command. When rebellion erupts it isn't freedom breaking the gates. It's a test, a trap, and every move drags Fennick closer to a truth he can't outrun. The game began long before he arrived, and there's no winning without blood. KING, Prophet, Empire is the opening strike in a razor edged dystopian trilogy, a brutal descent into power, control, and the quiet machinery of manipulation.…mehr

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VICTORY ISN'T WON. IT'S MANUFACTURED. This isn't a school. It's a prison, a training ground, a factory. Children are broken down and rebuilt as weapons. They're trained to read faces, twist truth, steer crowds, control, and rule. They're taught to burn nations on command. When rebellion erupts it isn't freedom breaking the gates. It's a test, a trap, and every move drags Fennick closer to a truth he can't outrun. The game began long before he arrived, and there's no winning without blood. KING, Prophet, Empire is the opening strike in a razor edged dystopian trilogy, a brutal descent into power, control, and the quiet machinery of manipulation.
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C. Aaron Lewis writes from the Wiltshire countryside, where mist settles on ruined barrows and old gods sleep beneath the hills. A former educator, his work turns to questions of power, obedience, and the systems built to contain us. With a background in language and education, he writes with an eye on how voices are formed, silenced, and reshaped. Now he directs that lens toward the larger structures that govern us: school, family, belief, control, and asks what it costs to break them. When he isn't writing, he walks the ancient chalk paths and quiet woods near his home, reminders that stories, like people, are shaped by what they endure.