A River of Royal Blood
(Sprache: Englisch)
Two sisters must fight to the death to win the crown in this first installment of a gripping, action-packed duology set in an ancient North African-inspired fantasy world. Now in paperback.
Sixteen-year-old Eva is a princess, born with the magick...
Sixteen-year-old Eva is a princess, born with the magick...
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Two sisters must fight to the death to win the crown in this first installment of a gripping, action-packed duology set in an ancient North African-inspired fantasy world. Now in paperback.Sixteen-year-old Eva is a princess, born with the magick of blood and marrow--a dark and terrible magick that hasn't been seen for generations in the vibrant but fractured country of Myre. Its last known practitioner was Queen Raina, who toppled the native royalty and massacred thousands, including her own sister, eight generations ago, thus beginning the Rival Heir tradition. Living in Raina's long and dark shadow, Eva must now face her older sister, Isa, in a battle to the death if she hopes to ascend to the Ivory Throne--because in the Queendom of Myre only the strongest, most ruthless rulers survive.
A River of Royal Blood is an enthralling debut set in a lush ancient North African inspired fantasy world that subtly but powerfully challenges our notions of power, history, and identity.
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Chapter 1 The passage beneath my bedchamber was silent as a crypt, though as always, the Empress scorpions that nested in these forgotten tunnels started hissing disapproval the moment my feet touched the ground.
I crouched and checked the circle of cinnamon sticks and dried lavender I d laid to deter the wicked beasts, and then knotted the hem of my skirt. If left hanging, the chime and rattle of its beading would echo through the passages, and although I d never crossed paths with anyone here, I couldn t risk discovery.
I adjusted the belt knife in its soft leather holster at the small of my back. Whenever I shifted, nicks in the wooden handle scratched my skin, but it couldn t be helped. This knife was my only weapon plain enough to suit this disguise. In a floor-sweeping skirt and a top that bared my midriff but covered my arms and their tattoos, I could pass as a common human girl out for a night of revelry.
Flint struck stone inches from my face, sparks dancing through inky darkness. I jumped, a curse on my lips, but my hand fell from my knife. I d appreciate some warning next time.
Just keeping you sharp, said the young man standing mere feet away.
Falun, second-in-command of my guard and my closest friend, towered over me in the cramped passage. He was long-limbed and graceful, though still not quite grown into his wide shoulders. Like many of the fey, who originally came from the North, Falun was fair-skinned and fine-haired. Even in the scant torchlight, his skin gleamed like mother-of-pearl. All the fey had a certain sameness luminous skin, oversize eyes, pointed ears, and vibrant coloring but Falun was among the most beautiful. His hair was streaked with apple red and dark gold, and the sharp line of his jaw emphasized his full-lipped smile.
Two nights ago, Falun had gone to my room at dawn to propose a journey to the kitchens and found me missing, my bed pushed aside,
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trapdoor hanging open. He knew I became restless at night, and instead of sounding the alarm, he d waited until I returned. In exchange for such a kindness, I d decided to bring him tonight, though I d been very light on the details.
Falun held the torch to the passage wall, the dancing flames making his blue eyes flash silver as he inspected the words engraved on the stone. They were written in the khimaer language, the sinuous alphabet of the people who d once ruled from this Palace. Nearly two hundred years ago, humans had wrested control of the Queendom from the khimaer, but signs of the previous rulers still lingered all over Myre.
Falun s eyebrows rose as he recognized the language. How did you find this place?
When I was seven, Isadore and I found the trapdoor after her earring rolled under my bed. I didn t add that we d found a similar hatch beneath hers and spent a year sleeping very little as we explored every inch of these passages at night.
I went to great lengths to avoid discussing my sister.
The tips of Falun s tapered ears went pink. Isadore knows about this place? Don t you worry about seeing her? I snorted. Why would my sister come here? There is nothing about the Palace that would make her want to leave.
True enough. He swiped a hand across his face, but his grimace remained in place. I ll regret this, won t I?
You won t, and you know it why else would you have come?
He leaned forward as if sharing a secret. Actually I came to keep you out of trouble.
And that works just as well. I grinned, even though I could protect myself.
Falun held the torch to the passage wall, the dancing flames making his blue eyes flash silver as he inspected the words engraved on the stone. They were written in the khimaer language, the sinuous alphabet of the people who d once ruled from this Palace. Nearly two hundred years ago, humans had wrested control of the Queendom from the khimaer, but signs of the previous rulers still lingered all over Myre.
Falun s eyebrows rose as he recognized the language. How did you find this place?
When I was seven, Isadore and I found the trapdoor after her earring rolled under my bed. I didn t add that we d found a similar hatch beneath hers and spent a year sleeping very little as we explored every inch of these passages at night.
I went to great lengths to avoid discussing my sister.
The tips of Falun s tapered ears went pink. Isadore knows about this place? Don t you worry about seeing her? I snorted. Why would my sister come here? There is nothing about the Palace that would make her want to leave.
True enough. He swiped a hand across his face, but his grimace remained in place. I ll regret this, won t I?
You won t, and you know it why else would you have come?
He leaned forward as if sharing a secret. Actually I came to keep you out of trouble.
And that works just as well. I grinned, even though I could protect myself.
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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
- 2021, 384 Seiten, Masse: 13,9 x 20,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: PENGUIN BOOKS
- ISBN-10: 0525518606
- ISBN-13: 9780525518600
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.03.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
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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 Belles
The world of this book is fascinating, the characters and their relationships are compelling, and that plot twist wow! Readers of fantasy will enjoy it immensely. VOYA
A surprising twist and multiple unsolved mysteries will leave readers looking forward to the next book. . . A compelling debut. Kirkus Reviews
[A] fast-paced magical adventure. . . Filled with mythical creatures, ancient traditions, sibling rivalries, political intrigue, and epic world-building, this book stands out as a masterful adventure. School Library Journal
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
[This] engrossing, North African inspired series opener draws effectively on real-world prejudices to inform [a]
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richly created universe. Publishers Weekly
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
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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