Marionette

Laurent had come to Marlas a bright and innocent youth caught up in his brother's excitement, in the romance of battle and the righteousness of their cause. He left the battlefield alone, a stranger to himself, ready to be reshaped into a creature of someone else's design. Time and trauma cut him farther from himself, from the ability to do anything but play the losing game he found himself caught up in.

This is an attempt to examine the first novel from Laurent's POV.