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359 pages, Hardcover
First published October 4, 2016
“You’ve quite the reputation here at the Lyceum. Master Saen chatters on about how clever you are and Majai Sethos about your beauty.”All joking aside, this book was boring. I require a book to have interesting characters, an interesting plot, and beautiful writing. This book had neither (threeither?).
“They were right,” she says. “No one has eyes like you.”This book is about a beautiful girl with SUPER UNIQUE SILVERY EYES. She's a princess and she's a trained fighter (who got caught almost as soon as the book began) and she's also the only one in the whole wide world with the ability to generate a special valuable metal.
“Where am I?”
“You are privileged with being the newest concubine of the Falcon King’s harem.
"... the prize of the harem"Good lord.
Wrinkles tug at the woman’s eyes, which are made more noticeable by the thick black paint encircling them, drawing out the deep emerald color around her pupils. She wears no red on her lips, and she should, for if there were any mouth in need of beautifying, it would be this woman’s...She used to be a beautiful woman, and in some ways, she still could be, if she did not allow bitterness to strain all her more attractive features.Dude, really?
“Sepora,” Gonya says, her voice slightly shaky, “this is Tuka. She’s the eldest of His Majesty’s harem, and Favorite One of the Warrior King.”
So, Tuka is jealous of my age. To her, I am a threat.
Her eyes shine astonishingly silver, and her hair, though woven into an intricate braid around her head and splaying freely down her back, is a striking white blond. Her eyes are lined with a metallic pewter paint, enhancing their color tenfold. He knew she was beautiful as she slept; he wouldn’t expect anything less of one of his concubines and, indeed, of such a gift from his brother. Yet, as lovely as she is while sleeping, she’s nothing less than stunning when she opens her eyes.If you want a lot of mental fluff, then give this book a try. If you're expecting depth, I wouldn't bother.
“He knew she was beautiful as she slept; he wouldn’t expect anything less of one of his concubines and, indeed, of such a gift from his brother. Yet, as lovely as she is while sleeping, she’s nothing less than stunning when she opens her eyes.”
“Storms, he decides. Her eyes remind him of the rare handful of storms he’s seen in Theoria.”
“The Falcon King is entirely too collected for my liking. And far too handsome for my comfort. The black paint circling his eyes does make him look fierce and intimidating, but under his scrutiny—when I dare to meet his eyes—he has a kindness that reflects back at me. A kindness that one does not expect of a Falcon King.”
“Theoria. I’ve been wanderin through the Tenantless thinking of my new home, trying to imagin all the things Aldon, my tutor, tried to instill in me during our history lessons. It goes something like this, I think:
Untold ages ago, the Serubelan king at the time and his highest councillor had a falling out. The councillor (whose name survived generation after generation of being written in the copyist’s scrolls, only to elude my own limited memory at the moment) broke away from his king and led nearly one third of the Serubelan people beyond ...”
Sepora wraps her arms around herself, staring down at the child half-alive in the cot.
At this, Cy offers her a kind smile, one full of more wisdom than should be possible at thirteen years old. “Bravery comes in all forms, mistress. You are very brave in your own right, jumping from the Half Bridge as you did. But sometimes facing the death of a child makes us all cowards. And perhaps it should.”
With that, Cy excuses himself.