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Publisher:
Dial Books for Young Readers (Penguin)
Age
Group: Young Adult
Genre:
High fantasy
Expected
Release: January 10, 2013
Book
trailer by: Medieval Reenactment Group “Liberi
Lusenta” located in Italy
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“A wild, energetic novel that proves girls CAN be warriors while still being true to themselves.”
—Sarah Dessen, author of The Moon and More
Summary
Tamora Pierce meets George R. R. Martin in this smart, political, medieval fantasy-thriller.
There is a new king on the throne of Tildor. Currents of political unrest sweep the country as two warring crime families seek power, angling to exploit the young Crown's inexperience. At the Academy of Tildor, the training ground for elite soldiers, Cadet Renee de Winter struggles to keep up with her male peers. But when her mentor, a notorious commander recalled from active duty to teach at the Academy, is kidnapped to fight in illegal gladiator games, Renee and her best friend Alec find themselves thrust into a world rife with crime, sorting through a maze of political intrigue, and struggling to resolve what they want, what is legal, and what is right.
“A wild, energetic novel that proves girls CAN be warriors while still being true to themselves.”
—Sarah Dessen, author of The Moon and More
Alex is a YA fantasy author, a Tamora Pierce addict, a horse rider, and paramedic. The latter two tend to hand in hand a bit more often than one would like. Alex started writing at 2 am.
Alex Lidell| Facebook| TwitterHe cocked his head, regarding her for several seconds. “No.” The word was mild. He switched the sword back into his left hand. “Fight.”Excerpt
Fine. She skipped the salute and went for his throat.
The throat moved. And continued moving.
The harder she swung, the more Savoy slid, his very lack of force mocking her efforts. An urge to hurt him suddenly gripped her, and Renee threw her whole weight behind the blows, aiming for his ribs, his thighs, his hurt shoulder. If a blow connected, just one, just once, he’d feel her worth, her
potential, he’d know she belonged here.
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