The Queen of the Tearling (The Queen of the Tearling, #1)

by Erika Johansen

“You win your people or you lose your throne.”

After they’d

Javel was fighting sleep.

balefully,

crowd sneezed. Kelsea’s

Father Tyler finished

ascetic,

Suggestion of severe self discipline and abstention from all forms of self indulgence

effulgence

environs

apocryphal.

Doubtful authenticity...though widely believed to be true.

caesura.

Interruption or break.

Caelan, a thuggish-looking man whom everyone simply called Cae; and Tom and Wellmer, both archers. Wellmer seemed too young to be a Queen’s Guard. He was doing

threat, but she won’t act in ignorance of the facts either.” “But why raid us? Why not simply send spies?” “To demoralize the populace, Lady.” Bermond pulled out a small dagger, one of

vulpine

Crafty, cunning...related to foxes.

saturnine.

Slow and gloomy.

noblesse oblige

she saw now that there was something far worse than being ugly: being ugly and thinking you were beautiful.

There’s danger in a system of justice that makes no allowance for circumstance.”

“Move!” Dwyne elbowed past him, carrying a huge pile of bedding, and threw it onto the fire. The light dimmed and then died, the air thick with the smell of scorched wool. Out in the darkness behind the cages, swords clashed and the air was suddenly rent with the high, unbearable scream of a wounded horse.

Once they got