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Here's what I remember:



Fantasy


Most likely part of a series


Published before 2000, maybe around 1995 or even older


The prologue is written from the POV of some young prince/royal who expects an assassination on that very day (his birthday) because that's apparently an anual occurence and he's seemingly used to it by now.



Does it ring a bell?


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These are my favorite kinds of threads in Lit. Love to see someone find what they are looking for.

Me too.

And this one tickles my memory. That setup sounds very familiar, but I am drawing a blank. I hope this one gets sussed out, because I am curious now too.

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Me too.

And this one tickles my memory. That setup sounds very familiar, but I am drawing a blank. I hope this one gets sussed out, because I am curious now too.

I think Errant Bard got it already: The Merlin Cycle of the Chronicles of Amber by Roger Zelazny, which starts with Trumps of Doom.

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I think Errant Bard got it already: The Merlin Cycle of the Chronicles of Amber by Roger Zelazny, which starts with Trumps of Doom.

Hmmm... I've never read that before, but the OP sounded really familiar, so I was assuming that wasn't it. I guess there could be more than one book with that same beginning though.

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Hmmm... I've never read that before, but the OP sounded really familiar, so I was assuming that wasn't it. I guess there could be more than one book with that same beginning though.

Hmm, if you like Abraham, might it be the beginning of A Betrayal in Winter that tickled your memory? It's not a perfect match like Amber, but the setup is fairly similar, including the first person PoV of a prince expecting an assassination.
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Has to be Trumps Of Doom, everything matches up.

The first paragraph starts thus:

It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you.
But it was April 30, and of course it would happen as it always did. It had
taken me a while to catch on, but now I at least knew when it was coming. In
the past, I'd bin too busy to do anything about it. But my job was finished
now. I'd only stayed around for this. I felt that I really ought to clear
the matter up before I departed.I got out of bed, visited the
bathroom,showered, brushed my teeth, et cetera. I'd grown a beard again, so
I didn't have to shave. I was not jangling with strange apprehensions, as I
had been on that April 30 three years ago when I'd awakened with a headache
and a premonition, thrown open the windows, and gone to the kitchen to
discover all of the gas burners turned on and flameless. No. It wasn't even
like the April 30 two years ago in the other apartment when I awoke before
dawn to a faint smell of smoke to learn that the place was on fire. Still, I
stayed out of direct line of the light fixtures in case the bulbs were
filled with something flammable, and I flipped all of the switches rather
than pushing them. Nothing untoward followed these actions.

Thanks, Errant Bard.

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