Red Tigress
(Sprache: Englisch)
Fans of Children of Blood and Bone will love the sequel to Blood Heir...
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Fans of Children of Blood and Bone will love the sequel to Blood Heir. The second book in an epic fantasy series about a princess hiding a dark secret and the con man she must trust to liberate her empire from a dark reign. Ana Mikhailov is the only surviving member of the royal family of Cyrilia. She has no army, no title, and no allies, and now she must find a way to take back the throne or risk the brutal retribution of the empress. Morganya is determined to establish a new world order on the spilled blood of non-Affinites. Ana is certain that Morganya won't stop until she kills them all.
Ana's only chance at navigating the dangerous world of her homeland means partnering with Ramson Quicktongue again. But the cunning crime lord has schemes of his own. For Ana to find an army, they must cross the Whitewaves to the impenetrable stone forts of Bregon. Only, no one can be certain what they will find there.
A dark power has risen. Will revolution bring peace--or will it only paint the streets in more blood.
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1Novo Mynsk reeked of death.
It always had, but to Ramson Quicktongue, the city had also held the stench of power and corruption, of murder and survival, swirling together in an intoxicating redolence that corroded one s soul. It was no different now, save for the eerie darkness and silent snow that blanketed it.
Ramson navigated the narrow alleyways of his childhood haunts with quick, precise steps. The last time he d been here had been with Anastacya Mikhailov during the Fyrva snezh at his former master s mansion. It had only been a little over one moon since the celebration of the First Snows, but now, that world felt almost utterly unrecognizable.
In just four weeks, Novo Mynsk had transformed into a ghost town, abandoned by most of its residents as they sought to flee the new regime. Streets that had once shimmered with torchlight and writhed with bejeweled bodies and raucous revelers had been replaced by shuttered stores and empty windows. Bodies littered the streets in areas where gangs had scrapped over bits of food, and snow had blanketed them, leaving only glimpses of clothing or a protruding boot as macabre grave markers.
It was not an unfamiliar sight over his travels from town to ravaged town with Ana. Since Morganya had ascended the throne, much of Northern Cyrilia had fallen to her control. From newspaper pieces and torn posters in abandoned villages, Ramson and Ana had learned of the Imperial Inquisition, a wide-scale hunt for non-Affinites who were accused of any affiliation with Affinite trafficking. Led by Affinites fiercely loyal to the Empress, it was a movement that had come to define Morganya s regime.
The south, though, remained free from the tightening grasp of Morganya s rule. That included Goldwater Port. According to Ana, the Redcloaks had established their base there, as it remained one of the last standing free havens for Affinites and non-Affinites
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alike. It was there that Ana traveled to begin her resistance movement with the Redcloaks.
And it was there, Ramson had slowly begun to think, he could fight for some semblance of a life again after all this was over. He d once been the Portmaster; under his former master Alaric Kerlan s rule, he d built a city teeming with commerce and crime and underground networks, the kind of place he d dreamt of calling his own one day.
He hadn t told Ana explicitly where he was going tonight, because it wasn t explicitly a task for her--their--mission. Rather, Ramson had felt the silent call of this place as soon as he d set foot in Novo Mynsk, the phantom pull of a connection he hadn t quite managed to sever yet.
He d come to find out, for himself, what had happened to Alaric Kerlan and the Order of the Lily. And he d come to bid the torn wreckages of his past good-bye, once and for all, as he turned down a new path.
The tapping of his freshly sharpened misericord against his hip came to an abrupt stop when Ramson turned the last corner and slowed. He found that he was suddenly glad for the sharp knife at his waist.
The Kerlan Estate stood alone in the middle of a snow-covered street, half-buried by the snow, its battered golden gates yawning wide. Gone were the rows of liveried guards; gone were the diamond-glass lamps spilling haloes of light onto lush lawns; gone were the brightly lit windows burning into the darkest nights.
Ramson touched a leather-gloved hand on the broken railing of the gate and hesitated.
Even now, the sight of the Kerlan Estate did not fail to elicit a muddy swirl of emotions in him. He d known pain here--so much pain, still seared into his flesh in the shape of the brand of the Order of the Lily. He d seen growth, sharpened by that hunger and fear and driven by the knowledge that
And it was there, Ramson had slowly begun to think, he could fight for some semblance of a life again after all this was over. He d once been the Portmaster; under his former master Alaric Kerlan s rule, he d built a city teeming with commerce and crime and underground networks, the kind of place he d dreamt of calling his own one day.
He hadn t told Ana explicitly where he was going tonight, because it wasn t explicitly a task for her--their--mission. Rather, Ramson had felt the silent call of this place as soon as he d set foot in Novo Mynsk, the phantom pull of a connection he hadn t quite managed to sever yet.
He d come to find out, for himself, what had happened to Alaric Kerlan and the Order of the Lily. And he d come to bid the torn wreckages of his past good-bye, once and for all, as he turned down a new path.
The tapping of his freshly sharpened misericord against his hip came to an abrupt stop when Ramson turned the last corner and slowed. He found that he was suddenly glad for the sharp knife at his waist.
The Kerlan Estate stood alone in the middle of a snow-covered street, half-buried by the snow, its battered golden gates yawning wide. Gone were the rows of liveried guards; gone were the diamond-glass lamps spilling haloes of light onto lush lawns; gone were the brightly lit windows burning into the darkest nights.
Ramson touched a leather-gloved hand on the broken railing of the gate and hesitated.
Even now, the sight of the Kerlan Estate did not fail to elicit a muddy swirl of emotions in him. He d known pain here--so much pain, still seared into his flesh in the shape of the brand of the Order of the Lily. He d seen growth, sharpened by that hunger and fear and driven by the knowledge that
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Autoren-Porträt von Amélie Wen Zhao
Amélie Wen Zhao was born in Paris and grew up in Beijing in an international community. Her multicultural upbringing instilled in her a deep love of global affairs and cross-cultural perspectives. She seeks to bring this passion to her stories, crafting characters from kingdoms in different corners of the world. She attended college in New York City, where she now lives. Amélie is the author of Blood Heir and Red Tigress.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Amélie Wen Zhao
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2021, Internationale Ausgabe, 448 Seiten, Masse: 14,4 x 21,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Delacorte Press
- ISBN-10: 0593376935
- ISBN-13: 9780593376935
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.03.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Zhao shines in the fast-paced and vivid combat scenes, which lend a cinematic quality that pulls readers in. NYT Book ReviewBlood Heir is cinematic storytelling at its best. A stunning new voice in YA, Amélie Wen Zhao has drawn characters who are as complex and captivating as the fantastical world she s built. Get ready for a retelling like you ve never seen before.
Adrienne Young, New York Times bestselling author of Sky in the Deep and The Girl the Sea Gave Back
Sure to keep readers turning pages . Perfect for fans of Amy Tintera or Sarah J. Maas, but readers should prepare for plenty of heartbreak. Booklist
"[A] pointed exploration into the consequences of exploitation and the defining nature of choices." Publishers Weekly
"Ana is not the typical damsel in distress." Kirkus Reviews
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