A Queen of Gilded Horns
(Sprache: Englisch)
In this sequel to A River of Royal Blood, Eva and Isa must find a way to work together if they want to save their queendom in the thrilling conclusion to this royal fantasy duology.
Now on the run, Eva is desperate for answers about her...
Now on the run, Eva is desperate for answers about her...
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In this sequel to A River of Royal Blood, Eva and Isa must find a way to work together if they want to save their queendom in the thrilling conclusion to this royal fantasy duology.Now on the run, Eva is desperate for answers about her transformation and her true heritage. Along with Aketo, a small contingent of guards, and the sister she could not kill, Eva flees Ternain in hopes of finding friends and allies to the north--not to mention Baccha--to help her decide what to do next. Princess Isa is a difficult, unremorseful captive, and Eva knows better than to trust her sister, but she wants to. Despite their history, Eva is convinced that to survive the growing unrest in the queendom, she and her sister must make peace. Since the Entwining ceremony, Eva's and Isa's lives have been bonded, and each can only die by the other's hand. This perhaps provides an opening for a truce and a more hopeful future for both the sisters and the queendom, if only Isa would see reason and give up the battle for the throne.
With the two princesses on the run, the Queendom of Myre is on the brink of a revolution. And without Baccha to guide and train her magick, Eva must find a way not only to survive her own metamorphosis, but to unite all the people of Myre, including her sister, by finally taking the Ivory Throne.
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CHAPTER 1 Eva
I dream of fire. A river of blood and a column of smoke rising so dark and thick as to blot out the sun.
I dream of gnashing blades and crunching teeth and the foul reek of viscera spilled upon marble floors. I dream of a knife buried in my chest and a crimson crown balanced atop Isadore s golden brow. I dream of the Hunter in chains, eyes red-rimmed with sorrow, shackles wearing down his flesh to the bone. I dream of Court and coronations and fine silk and gossamer gowns drenched in gore.
I dream of the Patch and chatara and my bare feet dancing upon the broken paving stones until they run with blood.
I dream and dream and dream, conjuring every darkness seeded deep within me. It feels like magick, this dreaming. In my waking hours when everyone seems to watch me from the corner of their eyes, worried I will finally show signs of breaking, I know my dreams have protected me. I can smile and pretend for them, waiting for night when I will wake screaming and only Aketo will be there to see.
At least I had the dreaming; much as the terror ate me up inside at night, by day it bolstered me. Look, see how I could seethe and weep and be so afraid and, yet, come morning I could hold it all in with a will of steel and a biting smile.
Because I couldn t afford to be broken.
Not when I d stolen my sister halfway across the Queendom to keep my mother from crowning her when the truth of my heritage spread. Not when I had dragged half my guard along with me, making them betray their oaths to the throne. Not while I sought a way to keep all of us safe, Isadore included. Not while I needed to soon decide what my future would hold.
There could be no breaking under such circumstances.
I had to find a way to survive first.
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I inched forward on my elbows, eyes slit against the cloud of golden soil that rose at our every move. The sky above was an unbroken stretch of cerulean and the midday sun hammered against my
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back, but anything that dulled the bite of the wind that swept through these lowlands had my gratitude. The bare skin on my arms pebbled as another gust rolled past, tugging apart the loose braid at the nape of my neck.
High Summer was well and truly gone, but by virtue of my greatly diminished wardrobe, I hadn t yet given up the sleeveless tunics and thin leggings of the warm months.
It had been six weeks since my nameday on the last day of High Summer, and what little warmth left in the year still lingered on the Plain. A chill had begun to flow south. Autumns were long in Myre, the land slow to cool for a short and bitter Far Winter.
Far Winter being the season when cold came down from the A Nir Mountains all the way to the Red River. Soon the silks and cottons of High Summer and autumn would be exchanged in favor of wool and furs. And most of the clothing I d brought from Ternain would be of little use.
If we stayed in the North on the path I had set.
That remained to be seen, considering we d been stuck for the last week, waiting.
As the dirt settled, I peered through the battered eyeglass I d acquired three weeks ago before venturing onto the Plain. I blinked, gaze focusing on the small village that lay just a few miles north. From our vantage point atop a rock outcrop that jutted up from the Plain like a tooth more a misshapen molar than the smaller, fang-shaped stones that dotted the vast golden plain I could cup the village in my palm. Anali and I pressed flat to the ground, hiding in a fold in the rock that kept the few villagers going about their day from spying us.
Arym meant gold in Khimaeran, and the Plain had been named for the bright ocher dirt that glittered faintly in the sun. It was a hard region, with hundreds of miles of flat grasslands, shallow lakes f
High Summer was well and truly gone, but by virtue of my greatly diminished wardrobe, I hadn t yet given up the sleeveless tunics and thin leggings of the warm months.
It had been six weeks since my nameday on the last day of High Summer, and what little warmth left in the year still lingered on the Plain. A chill had begun to flow south. Autumns were long in Myre, the land slow to cool for a short and bitter Far Winter.
Far Winter being the season when cold came down from the A Nir Mountains all the way to the Red River. Soon the silks and cottons of High Summer and autumn would be exchanged in favor of wool and furs. And most of the clothing I d brought from Ternain would be of little use.
If we stayed in the North on the path I had set.
That remained to be seen, considering we d been stuck for the last week, waiting.
As the dirt settled, I peered through the battered eyeglass I d acquired three weeks ago before venturing onto the Plain. I blinked, gaze focusing on the small village that lay just a few miles north. From our vantage point atop a rock outcrop that jutted up from the Plain like a tooth more a misshapen molar than the smaller, fang-shaped stones that dotted the vast golden plain I could cup the village in my palm. Anali and I pressed flat to the ground, hiding in a fold in the rock that kept the few villagers going about their day from spying us.
Arym meant gold in Khimaeran, and the Plain had been named for the bright ocher dirt that glittered faintly in the sun. It was a hard region, with hundreds of miles of flat grasslands, shallow lakes f
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Autoren-Porträt von Amanda Joy
Amanda Joy has an MFA from The New School, and lives in Chicago with her dog Luna. You can find her on twitter and Instagram at @amandajoywrites.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Amanda Joy
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2022, 384 Seiten, Masse: 14,3 x 20,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0525518630
- ISBN-13: 9780525518631
- Erscheinungsdatum: 08.04.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise of A Queen of Gilded Horns:A 2021 Kirkus Best Book
Joy s writing is exemplary; a strong plot, even pacing, and character growth (not only Eva s) all lead up to an ending that should satisfy even the pickiest readers . . . A strong and satisfying conclusion. Kirkus Reviews, starred review
At its core, this story dives deep into the themes of family, belonging, identity, and sibling rivalry. These themes are adeptly blended with a fast-paced plot and incredible world building The stakes are incredibly high in this stunning conclusion to the duology. Highly recommended for all collections. School Library Journal, starred review
Tensions are high in this sequel and Joy's language is just as melodious, her world-building just as spell-binding . . . There's no denying Joy's talent, and readers will bask in the sisters' character arcs and the book's gratifying ending. Booklist
Praise for A River of Royal Blood:
"Joy's debut has all the trappings of a riveting fantasy novel: enviable world building, elements of magic, and scintillating glimpses of a powerful backstory...not to mention a slow-burning romance sure to get readers swooning...Gripping political intrigue and cinematic action." Booklist, starred review
"A sibling rivalry like nothing you ve ever read before. Joy weaves a dark yet delicate treatise on race, heritage, and power whilst never losing that addictive just one more chapter allure. I devoured it in one sitting!" Natasha Ngan, New York Times bestselling author of Girls of Paper and Fire
"A dark and bloody delight of a debut, Amanda Joy's A River of Royal Blood is a seductive tapestry of extraordinary magick delving into the terrifying lengths we will go to claim our destiny." Dhonielle Clayton, New York Times bestselling author of The
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Belles
Joy creates a complex, intriguing fantasy world. . . [Readers] will enjoy exciting fight scenes and a variety of abilities reminiscent of Kristin Cashore s Graceling trilogy. The Bulletin of the Center for Children s Books
A dark and complex fantasy of bloodlust and rich imagination. . . Fascinating characters, both regal and warrior-like, fill the narrative, and the pageantry is richly detailed in a swirling cacophony of colors, dance, and swordplay...This first book in a series is riveting...[and] will leave readers wanting more. School Library Connection
Joy creates a complex, intriguing fantasy world. . . [Readers] will enjoy exciting fight scenes and a variety of abilities reminiscent of Kristin Cashore s Graceling trilogy. The Bulletin of the Center for Children s Books
A dark and complex fantasy of bloodlust and rich imagination. . . Fascinating characters, both regal and warrior-like, fill the narrative, and the pageantry is richly detailed in a swirling cacophony of colors, dance, and swordplay...This first book in a series is riveting...[and] will leave readers wanting more. School Library Connection
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