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390 pages, Paperback
First published December 11, 2011
“I can't decide what's worse. Losing family members or not having a family member to lose.”
Magician, heal thyself.
“Good to know I made a lasting impression.”
“Oh, you made an impression. Like a stone caught in my boot.”
“We’re really surprised you weren’t caught by the locals sooner,” Quain said.
“We had a list of healers,” Loren said. “But by the time we learned of their location, they’d been executed. We always heard the same gossip. That they had been caught by doing something stupid.”
“Like healing a child,” I said. My obvious weakness.
Three years on the run. Three years of hiding. Three terrible years full of fear and loneliness. For what? My life? Yes, I live and breathe and exist. Nothing else.She is a wanted woman. There is a bounty of gold on her head. People want her dead. Why? She is a healer. All healers are to be captured and killed for their crimes.
[The people] considered those times a war. A war that had been started by healers, who then spread the deadly disease, and refused to heal it.All the healers, roughly 100 of them, were graduanlly hunted down, killed. Few remain. Among them, Avry, who has been running and hiding for years. Until, thanks to a soft heart, she healed a sick child---and is caught.
"You’re worth more alive than dead.” He paused, knowing he had said the wrong thing. “I meant, I need you to heal someone for me. Once he’s better, you can go back into hiding or do whatever you’d like.”There's just a problem, she can't, and won't heal the person Kerrick wants her to heal, for reasons of her own.
I raised my voice. “Let me make this perfectly clear. I will not heal Prince Ryne. Nothing you do or say will change my mind.”Kerrick and his men won't let Avry go that easily. Avry has been on the run, and she hasn't stayed in one place long enough to realize what's happened. She may not like Prince Ryne, but the alternatives to his rule are far worse. Among the aspiring rules who want to take over the Fifteen Kingdom are an cult-like, fanatical queen.
The High Priestess, also known as Estrid of Ozero was intolerant of other faiths, and required her subjects to be members of her cultlike religion.Even worse than her is an insane, seductive king. Not only is Tohon a despotic dictator.
"Tohon is not trying to help the plague survivors. He’s gathering them into an army so he can invade all those towns that have managed to reform. Towns like Jaxton. All so his army can grow. And if his forces encounter anyone who refuses to join, they kill him or her. Tohon is…mentally unstable, and for him to be king of all...would be a living nightmare."The magic he wields is terrifying dangerous.
Pressing my hand on freezing cold flesh, I summoned my power. Nothing happened. No magic swelled in my chest. Kerrick’s comment echoed in my mind. I don’t feel them.As much as she hates Ryne, Avry may not have a choice but to help him. Avry and Kerrick are in for a long, dangerous journey. One way or another, Avry is sure to meet her death, because what Kerrick wants her to do will kill her.
Horrified, I met the gaze of one of my captors. Death stared back.
The first stage resembled a stomach bug, and once the person’s stomach and bowels were empty, the symptoms transformed into all-over aches, pains and a high fever, which was stage two. The final stage involved convulsions, delusions and large white blisters on the skin that itched at first, then burned. Many of the victims screamed nonstop in pain during the third stage. They reacted as if they were burning alive.I love plagues. I have a soft spot for horrifying illnesses with a high mortality rate. I'm a really, really strange person, therefore, I absolutely loved the way this book described the plague and how it killed.
I sent my magic into Belen’s wounds, flooding them.Healers do not die because they heal quickly from the injuries and illnesses they absorb into themselves. There is one notable exception to this rule: the plague.
Pain stabbed deep into my stomach, blood ran down, soaking my waistband. I made it to the small fire before I collapsed. My muscles felt as if they’d been shredded and I couldn’t breathe. The pain increased as acid leaked from my pierced stomach and burned my flesh.
“The reddish brown sets off your beautiful sea-green eyes better,” Mom said. “But if you choose blond, I’ll give you the dye so you can do your roots.”And champagne.
“A slight chance? Let’s break out the champagne.”Avry: She is similar to Yelena in her character development, only considerably less sympathetic. For one, she is too soft-hearted, and that makes her often too stupid to live. Avry is a kind woman, it cannot be denied. The only thing is that softness almost killed her.
“Heading generally northwest, and stopping only in the bigger settlements. You’d last about...six, maybe eight weeks before healing a child and taking off.” Loren settled on his bedroll next to the fire.Kerrick and his men located her because her pattern of stopping and healing a child was so obvious. Not the brightest move if you wanted to survive.
When I thought about it, he was right. A zing of fear traveled up my spine. If I survived this mission, I would have to be extra-vigilant.
His touch zipped right through me, igniting every single nerve ending. My body responded. Desire flared. I leaned against him and kissed him back.Yet she somehow always succeeds in her mission, however unlikely, however stupid the tools.
So much for my plan.
“How could I do anything, Tohon? All I have left are these.” I reached into my pocket slowly and withdrew my stones.I did like her character development, Avry went from a woman without a purpose, who doesn't really care whether or not she dies.
“What are they?” Sepp asked.
“Juggling stones. See?”
“Do you want to be executed?”To a person who finds meaning in life, who feels that she has something to contribute, who has power that only she can wield.
“Some things are worse than death,” I said.
“Belen, I decide who I heal. Me. Not Kerrick. Not you. Not anyone. It’s my decision. The only one I have left.”The Romance:
With a strangled cry, Kerrick lost his temper. Belen lunged toward Kerrick and I raised an arm to block Kerrick’s strike, but we were both too slow. Kerrick backhanded me across my cheek. The force of the blow sent me to the ground.No. No. No! Motherfucking douchebag!
“Because Ryne is a brilliant strategist, and has outsmarted Tohon before.”Ryne is more important than anyone, more than the fate of his best friend, more than the fates of a girl.
“In case you haven’t been paying attention, if Ryne is more important to me than Belen’s life, then he’s certainly a higher priority than some girl.”Save the Realm? Kerrick has absolute faith in Ryne.
An impossible task.”Throughout the book, Avry finds herself thinking of Ryne, dreaming of him, smelling his "springtime sunshine" scent. I don't buy it for a moment, because there is zero relationship development between Kerrick and Avry.
“Ryne will find a way.”
“You can’t know that for certain.”
“I can.” His gaze burned into mine. “I wouldn’t have spent two years searching for you if I didn’t have utter faith in him.”
“No one else has backhanded me, starved me, manacled me to a tree and let me freeze each night. Therefore, I don’t have anyone else to compare you to.”He is arrogant, he is unwavering, he is high-handed. I don't like him one bit, and I can't understand why Avry does.
“When we reached the door, Belen stepped in the way. 'If any harm—'
'Comes to her, you’ll rip out my arms. Got it,' Kerrick said.
'I’m serious,' Belen said.
'I know. Do you really think I’d put her in danger?'
'Not on purpose, but things happen that are out of your control.'
Kerrick gave him a tight smile. 'You mean I'm not omnipotent?'
'You're not even semi-potent.'
'Is that even a word?' Kerrick asked.
'He probably means you're impotent,' I offered.”
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Not such a bad re-read*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“Oh, you made an impression. Like a stone caught in my boot.”
The horrors from the dark years of the plague were still fresh in the survivors’ minds. They considered those times a war. A war that had been started by healers, who then spread the deadly disease, and refused to heal it.
Of course it was utter nonsense. We couldn’t heal the plague. And we didn’t start it. But in the midst of the chaos, no one listened to reason. Someone had to be blamed. Right?
The girl’s screams pierced my heart. I couldn’t stand it any longer. Three years on the run. Three years of hiding. Three terrible years full of fear and loneliness. For what? My life? Yes, I live and breathe and exist. Nothing else.
“The heart is a strange beast and not ruled by logic.”