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Dark Triumph

byRobin LaFevers

Hardcover | April 2, 2013

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New York Times BestsellerSpring 2013 Kids' Indie Next List Sybella's duty as Death's assassin in 15th-century France forces her return home to the personal hell that she had finally escaped. Love and romance, history and magic, vengeance and salvation converge in this thrilling sequel to Grave Mercy . Sybella arrives at the convent's doorstep half mad with grief and despair. Those that serve Death are only too happy to offer her refuge-but at a price. The convent views Sybella, naturally skilled in the arts of both death and seduction, as one of their most dangerous weapons. But those assassin's skills are little comfort when the convent returns her to a life that nearly drove her mad. And while Sybella is a weapon of justice wrought by the god of Death himself, He must give her a reasonto live. When she discovers an unexpected ally imprisoned in the dungeons, will a daughter of Death find something other than vengeance to live for?
Robin LaFevers , author of the New York Times best-selling His Fair Assassin books, was raised on fairy tales, Bulfinch's mythology, and nineteenth-century poetry. It is not surprising that she grew up to be a hopeless romantic. She was lucky enough to find her one true love, and is living happily ever after with him in California. Vi...
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Title:Dark TriumphFormat:HardcoverDimensions:400 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 1.29 inPublished:April 2, 2013Publisher:Houghton Mifflin HarcourtLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0547628382

ISBN - 13:9780547628387

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Rated 2 out of 5 by from Didn't enjoy it There was not enough action and it was very slow. There are way better books out there regarding assassins.
Date published: 2017-09-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Really good! I expected great things from this book and I was not disappointed! It was very intriguing and well written.
Date published: 2017-07-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it Great story with accurate historical touches and references. The characters were extremely interesting and the chemistry between the two main characters interested me throughout the whole story. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-07-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from great novel It seemed as if I were actually in the past in this story-the detail and plot was amazing
Date published: 2017-07-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Adventure I enjoyed this one! It provided a really nice blend of Irish mythology and contemporary eras to provide a really great adventure story. I myself didn’t know anything about Irish Travellers so it was a good lesson for me to learn from as well. Not sure what I can say about the romance aspect in the book. Don’t get me wrong, I love Teagan, Abby, Aiden and Finn. Their characters are fun to read and I loved to comedy aspect that was prevalent throughout the book. However I just couldn’t feel the chemistry they supposedly had. I know there’s other books to follow after this one, so maybe I’ll be able to see the chemistry then. One other thing I have to say is, a glossary of the Irish terms would have been helpful. Sometimes it’s hard to keep track of every term you came across during the novel. Also a pronunciation guide would have been helpful here too. (We all know Irish terms aren’t read like they look) However, I loved every aspect of this book. The comedy was great, the adventure/questing part was great to read (anyone felt disgusted as I did about the toe part? Omg lol) greatly recommended and I will be picking up the other two novels after this one.
Date published: 2017-05-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! Love the story, I was hooked right from the start and couldn't put it down!
Date published: 2017-05-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Such a good read! Great book in this series of three and dives more into the political tension and action of the country. Great read way better than my lame review writing skills make it sound!
Date published: 2017-04-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great story! Great book about the power of women acting as spies, assassins, and political activists. I loved the action and intrigue in this book and the other two in this series and the little bit of romance kept things interesting.
Date published: 2017-04-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I love this series Robin Lefevers writes an interesting and new series about young women trained to be assassins for Death. Lovely historical fiction with characters youll love!
Date published: 2017-03-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good Read Robin Lafevers weaves an interesting plot with unforgettable characters. A good story line that is interesting and complex.
Date published: 2016-12-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good book, Looking forward to the next one. Easy Read...
Date published: 2016-12-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Ah-ma-zing The romance, mystery, and historical aspect of the book was wonderfully written and reminded me very much of Graceling (one of my favourite books) and the Seven Realms Series (my favourite series of all time). I was very hooked in with the premise and was not disappointed. My only problem is that it was kind of hard to understand and keep up with since it is partly historical and had a lot of things going on. But other than that, this book has come to be one of my favourites.
Date published: 2016-11-13
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Cool historical fantasy I am a little late beginning this trilogy, but I enjoyed the first book and it probably won’t take me too long to catch up. What I liked: The characters. Ismae is strong of spirit and is very observant and clever. She really developed and changed throughout the book. True, her position as an assassin is ruthless, and often times I questioned her bloodthirst, but she became more merciful and discovered a different path for herself. This part of the book is perfect, in my opinion. I don’t want to give too much else away about this. I also really liked Duval. He had a couple of rough moments, but nothing truly worrisome, and I appreciate that he wasn’t a jerk like so many YA love interests. He was noble and angry and smart and he tried very hard to make things work out for the best of everyone. Plus, he is a good big brother, and who can resist one of those? Another thing I appreciated was the use of actual history and political conflicts. It did make some aspects of the book predictable, but it was cool to think “Hey, I’m reading the dialogue of someone who actually existed.” One of the strongest points, and one that should have been played on far more, in my opinion, was the mythology of the nine old saints. This world building played on existing Celtic and Greco-Roman mythologies, but it was unique at the same time. One more thing I liked: the ending. So squee! What I disliked: Not enough mythology! This was one of the strongest parts of the story and it should have been more present. I was expecting this book to involve more of the supernatural and was disappointed that it didn’t. Also, the court stuff got a bit boring/confusing at times. It could have used some clearing up, and I think Lafevers could have done more to make us care about Brittany and not just the characters because the predicament, bad as it was, didn’t quite feel urgent enough. Also, although I ship Ismae and Duval, I think the love story was a bit too easy. Ismae was not trusting of men because they abused her, and then she spent three years in a convent away from any men. I don’t think she’d fall quite as easily as she did. The romance built slowly enough, but the attraction/stirrings were far too early. Last thing: a lot of telling and not enough showing. I grew a bit impatient/disinterested when Ismae simply stated what she was feeling. It distanced me from the story, I think. Overall, a pretty fresh book. I don’t quite think it deserves all the hype, but it’s worth checking out.
Date published: 2016-01-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Addicting I started reading this book and I COULD NOT put it down. I desperately needed to know how it was going to end. I feel like the plot could have been a little better and more unique, but it was so well written that almost didn't matter. I would recommend this book to anyone that is a fan of the Graceling series or the Hunger Games. An amazing read.
Date published: 2015-10-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Disappointing Grave Mercy was similar to Throne of Glass to me. Not so much in plot, which albeit did have some similarities, but in outline. Badass assassin girl gets sent on a mission to bring down some people, but ends up just wearing a lot of pretty dresses, playing politics she knows nothing about, and ultimately falling in love with the one who "saves" her from the life she was currently living. Don't get me wrong, if done well it can work, but I think the pitfall for Grave Mercy was that nothing really happened. Just like where many other first books fall short for me, it was heavy character development with the plot coming in second and the world building being non-existent. Ismae was so frustrating. She just blindly trusted the covenant and did as she was told. She never questioned anything, which would be fine EXCEPT the only reason she did start questioning the covenant was because they wanted her to kill Duval and his family. So, of course, when a man is involved you don't want to do what you have believed your whole life without question. I personally think it would have been better off that she never questioned anything and just did whatever she was told. I think that would have made for a better story, imo. But at the same time, I did like Duval. Gavriel Duval was a pretty great character, actually. He was loyal and dutiful to his sister and I loved every aspect of that. However, I do think that he was almost TOO perfect. He did everything wonderfully for all the women in his life (save his mother, I guess). I just felt as though everything that he did and had happen to him was too conveniently perfect. And do NOT get me started on how freaking ridiculous it was that [to save him from poision, Ismae had to have sex with him. Like come on. I am all for characters in YA books having sex, but at least give them a good, BELIEVEABLE reason to do so] Their romance was stunted to me. It felt forced upon the reader and I did not think the chracters actually had that much chemistry. Yes, they were in each other's faces some times, but I did not think they were around each other enough or communicating enough to fall in love the way they did. My heart did melt at Duval's quote at the end. But really I didn't see it. I would have said that Ismae could have just as easily ended up with de Lorney or Beast as with Duval. The narrative didn't naturally lead me to believe that the two of them would be together. The world building was a little lacking for me. I know the majority of the history (although I was taught it a long time ago so I am a little rusty on it) but the author's note at the end cleared up some stuff. I would actually suggest reading that first because then you get a sense of what is happening and why the conflict is there. I understand that it is a historical fiction-fantasy novel and it is set in actual events, but outlining that a tad more at the beginning would have helped clear that up for people who don't know the particular history of Brittany. And I don't mean in an info-dump. There was ample opportunity to drop a bit more information than what was given to allow the reader a fuller picture of the time period, the conflict, and what exactly Ismae needed to do. I also want to mention that I understand girls can be bamfs just by demonstrating their feelings or being vulnerable but when the premise is that she is an assassin, I do expect her to assassinate more than three people in a book. #sorrynotsorry Overall: 3/5 stars. I was a little disappointed with this one because Iwas expecting an action packed display of assassinations and bamfness. But I did not get that.
Date published: 2015-08-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great series! I enjoyed the series. All 3 books were well written & exciting from beginning to end. It has been a while since I read a book & couldn't guess what was coming next in the story - but all 3 books have surprised me. Worth the read.
Date published: 2015-02-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Even Better Than The First! I read Grave Mercy last year and I loved it. I was pretty excited for Dark Triumph and when I received a surprise copy for review I was so happy I did a little dance in the street. Don't judge me. Well I finally got to read it and I loved it even more than Grave Mercy. Dark Triumph follows around Sybella this time and there is less politics and more personal story this time. Which I think is one of the reasons I liked this one so much more. Sybella had run away from home and gone to the convent to escape her evil father (is he ever evil) and the convent sends her back to his household to be a spy. Who better than family? Someone who will be allowed free reign in the household. Her father doesn't really trust anyone though, he is of course D'Albert. All Sybella wants is to kill him, he's evil and deserves it, but she never sees a marque on him. She begins to lose faith in Mortain, since he is allowing such evil to live and is debating even going against her god to ger her vengeance. Then there is Beast, the love interest. I can't help but like him. He's a warrior with a soft spot and he make a great team with Sybella when they are travelling. The two of them together are extremely deadly. Once again, Robin LaFevers writes amazing scenes that you can get lost in, characters that you love, others you hate and takes you on a ride that keeps you wanting more. I just love her writing style so much! This is not a small book, about 400 pages, and I found myself tearing through it. I'm slightly disappointed that I have to wait so long for the next book! This is one of the best series that I've ever read and I highly recommend it to anyone who is a fan of historical fiction, or even anyone looking to try something new.
Date published: 2013-08-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Breath taking sequel! What a beautiful sequel! I loved Grave Mercy so much I didn’t even bother to read the description for Dark Triumph. So it was a pleasant surprise when I realized I was in for yet another totally unique adventure. Whereas Grave Mercy was the story of Ismae, Dark Triumph turns the lens to Sybella and her adventures. Even though her appearance was rather brief in Grave Mercy (in the grand scheme of things) I found Sybella incredibly interesting. She was broken and angry and you wanted to know why. We come to her in Dark Triumph long after her training is completed. The covenant has sharpened her anger and thirst for justice and turned her into a dangerous killing machine. But then they send her right back to the place it all started. To the man that caused all that damage – her father. Dark Triumph is a personal story. It deals with questions of trust and family and guilt. You’ll often find yourself wondering if Sybella will ever truly be able to move past the sins of her father. I think despite the extreme nature of Sybella’s situation the internal obstacles she faces regarding her perceived guilt and her instincts to distance herself from those who may love her are not unfamiliar ones. They’re themes many people will be able to relate to in varying degrees. Since Dark Triumph is more of a personal journey it takes its time to unfold. It reveals all its twists and surprises when it’s good and ready too. The action heavy scenes – those ones that generally make the pages fly – are few and far between. Though I really enjoyed the sort of slow burn that is Dark Triumph, I have to admit I didn’t lose myself as completely as I did with Grave Mercy. Grave Mercy captured my heart right away and I read it all in one sitting (all 549 pages). Dark Triumph on the other hand took me a couple of days. It’s not a book you can binge on. It’s a book you need to set aside time for and dig into bit by bit. Recommendation: Dark Triumph is yet another example of Robin LaFevers brilliant writing. It’s beautiful and layered. There’s action, deceit, murder and a little bit of unexpected romance. There’s no middle book syndrome here, no useless filler. LaFevers has earned a place on my list of favourite writers for life. This and other reviews at More Than Just Magic (http://morethanjustmagic.org)
Date published: 2013-04-22

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Chapter OneNantes, Brittany 1489   I did not arrive at the convent of Saint Mortain some green stripling. By the time I was sent there, my death count numbered three, and I had had two lovers besides. Even so, there were some things they were able to teach me: Sister Serafina the art of poison, Sister Thomine how to wield a blade, and Sister Arnette where best to strike with it, laying out all the vulnerable points on a mans body like an astronomer charting the stars.   If only they had taught me how to watch innocents die as well as they taught me how to kill, I would be far better prepared for this nightmare into which Ive been thrust.   I pause at the foot of the winding steps to see if I am being watched. The scullery woman scrubbing the marble hall, the sleepy page dozing against the doorwayeither one of them could be a spy. Even if neither has been assigned to watch me, someone is always willing to tattle in the hopes of earning a few crumbs of favor.   Caution prevails and I decide to use the south stairs and then double back through the lower hall to approach the north tower from that side. I am very careful to step precisely where the maid has just washed, and I hear her mutter a curse under her breath. Good. Now I can be certain she has seen me and will not forget if she is questioned.   In the lower hall, there are few servants about. Those who have not been driven out are busy with their duties or have gone to ground like clever, prudent rats.   When at last I reach the north wing of the palace, it is empty. Quickening my pace, I hurry toward the north tower, but I am so busy looking behind me that I nearly stumble over a small figure sitting at the base of the stairs.   I bite back an oath of annoyance and glare down to see it is a child. A young girl. What are you doing here? I snap. My nerves are already tightly strung, and this new worry does them little good. Where is your mother?   The girl looks up at me with eyes like damp violets, and true fear clutches at my gut. Has no one thought to warn her how dangerous it is for a pretty child to wander these halls alone? I want to reach down and shake hershake her motherand shout at her that she is not safe here, not on these steps, not in this castle. I force myself to take a deep breath instead.   Mama is dead, the child says, her voice high and quivery.   I glance to the stairs, where my first duty lies, but I cannot leave this child here. What is your name?   Odette, she says, uncertain whether to be frightened of me or not.   Well, Odette, this is no place to play. I nearly stepped on you. Have you no one to look after you?   My sister. But when she is working, I am to hide like a little mouse.   At least her sister is no fool. But this is not a good place to hide, is it? Look how easily I found you!   For the first time, the girl gives me a shy smile, and in that moment, she reminds me so much of my youngest sister, Louise, that I cannot breathe. Thinking quickly, I take her hand and lead her back to the main hallway.   Hurry, hurry, hurry nips at my heels like a braying hound.   See that door? She nods, watching me uncertainly. Go through that door, then down the stairs. The chapel is there, and it is a most excellent hiding place. And since dAlbret and his men never visit the chapel, she will be safe enough. Who is your sister?   Tilde.   Very well. I will tell Tilde where you are so she may come and get you when her work is done.   Thank you, Odette says, then skips off down the hall. I long to escort her there myself, but I already risk being too late for what I must do.   I turn back around and take the stairs two at a time. The thick wooden door on the landing has a new latch, stiff with disuse. I lift it slowly to be certain it will not creak out an alarm.   As I step into the cold winter sunshine, a bitter wind whips at my hair, tearing it from the net that holds it in place. All my caution has cost me precious time, and I pray that I have not been brought up here only to see those I love slaughtered.   I hurry to the crenellated wall and look down into the field below. A small party of mounted knights waits patiently while an even smaller party confers with that braying ass Marshal Rieux. I recognize the duchess immediately, her dainty figure poised on her gray palfrey. She looks impossibly small, far too small to carry the fate of our kingdom on her slender shoulders. That she has managed to hold off a French invasion for this long is impressive; that she has done so in spite of being betrayed by a full half of her councilors is close to a miracle.   Behind her and to the right is Ismae, sister of my heart and, possibly, my blood, if what the nuns at the convent told us is true. My pulse begins to race, but whether in joy that I am not too late or in panic at what I know is coming, I cannot tell.   Keeping my gaze fixed on Ismae, I gather up all my fear and dread and hurl them at her, like stones in a catapult.   She does not so much as glance in my direction.   From deep in the bowels of the castle, off toward the east, comes a faint rumble as the portcullis is raised. This time when I cast my warning, I fling my arms out as well, as if I am shooing away a flock of ducks. I hopepraythat some bond still exists between us that will allow her to sense me.   But her eyes remain fixed on the duchess in front of her, and I nearly scream in frustration. Flee, my mind cries. It is a trap. Then, just as I fear I must throw myself from the battlements to gain her attention, Ismae looks up. Flee, I beg, then sweep my arms out once more.   It works. She looks away from me to the eastern gate, then turns to shout something to the soldier next to her, and I grow limp with relief.   The small party on the field springs to life, shouting orders and calling to one another. Ismae points again, this time to the west. Good. She has seen the second arm of the trap. Now I must only hope that my warning has not come too late.   Once Marshal Rieux and his men realize what is happening, they wheel their mounts around and gallop back to the city. The duchess and her party move to fall into a new formation but have not yet left the field.   Flee! The word beats frantically against my breast, but I dare not utter it, afraid that even though I stand on this isolated tower someone from the castle might hear. I lean forward, gripping the cold, rough stone of the battlements so hard that it bites into my gloveless fingers.   The first line of dAlbrets troops rides into my sight, my half brother ierre in the vanguard. Then, just when I am certain it is too late, the duchesss party splits in two, and a paltry dozen of the duchesss men turn their mounts to meet the coming onslaught. Twelve against two hundred. Hollow laughter at the futility of their actions escapes my throat but is snatched up by the wind before anyone can hear it.   As the duchess and two others gallop away, Ismae hesitates. I bite my lip to keep from shouting. She cannot think she can help the doomed knights? Their cause is hopeless, and not even our skills can help the twelve who so valiantly ride to their deaths.   Flee. This time I do utter the word aloud, but just like my laughter, it is caught up by the cold, bitter wind and carried high above, where no one can hear it. Not the one it is meant to warn, nor those who would punish me for the betrayal.   But perhaps something has carried my warning to Ismae all the same, for she finally wheels her mount around and gallops after the duchess. The iron band squeezing my lungs eases somewhat, for while it is hard enough to watch these men meet their deaths, I could not bear to watch Ismae die.   Or worse, be captured.   If that happened, I would kill her myself rather than leave her to dAlbret, for he will grant her no mercy. Not after she ruined his plans in Gurande and nearly gutted him like a fish. He has had many days to hone his vengeance to a razor-sharp edge.   It is folly for me to linger. I should leave now while there is no chance of being discovered, but I cannot turn away. Like the rushing water of a swollen river, dAlbrets forces swarm the duchesss guard. The resounding clash is like thunder as armor crashes into armor, pikes break through shields, and swords meet.   I am astounded at the ferocity of the duchesss men. They all fight as if they are all possessed by the spirit of Saint Camulos himself, slashing through their attackers much as farmers scythe through stalks of grain. By some miracle, they hold the oncoming line, and their efforts delay dAlbrets forces long enough for the duchesss party to reach the safety of the trees. DAlbrets greater number of men will be less of an advantage if they all must duck and dodge branches and bracken.   From the east, a trumpet sounds. I frown and look that way, fearing dAlbret has thought to arrange for a third mounted force. But no, the black and white banner of the Rennes garrison stands in stark relief against the crisp blue sky as an additional dozen men ride into the melee. When the duchess and the others finally disappear over the horizon, I allow myself to draw my first full breath.   But even with the infusion of new troops, it is a crushing defeat. The duchesss guards have no chance, not against so many. My hand itches for a weapon, but the knives I carry will do no good from this distance. A crossbow would work, but they are nigh unto impossible to conceal, and so I watch helplessly.   DAlbret had only ever planned for a trapa quick in-and-out, thrust and parry, and then return with the prize. Once he realizes the quarry has escaped and he no longer has the element of surprise, he gives the signal for his soldiers to fall back behind the castle walls. Better to cut his losses than waste any more men in this failed gambit.   The battle below is nearly over. Only one soldier continues to fight, a great big ox of a man who doesnt have the sense to die quickly like the others. His helm has been knocked from his head, and three arrows pierce his armor, which is dented in a dozen places. His chain mail is torn, and the cuts beneath it bleed profusely, but still he fights with a nearly inhuman strength, stumbling ever forward into the mass of his enemies. It is all right, I long to tell him. Your young duchess is safe. You may die in peace, and then you will be safe as well.    His head jerks up from the blow he has just taken, and across the distance our eyes meet. I wonder what color they are and how quickly they will film over once Death claims him.   Then one of dAlbrets men lunges forward and cuts the knights horse out from under him. A long, despairing bellow escapes him as he goes down, and like ants swarming a scrap of meat, his enemies are upon him. The mans death cry reaches all the way up to the tower and wraps itself around my heart, calling for me to join it.   A fierce wave of longing surges through me, and I am jealous of that knight and the oblivion that claims him. He is free now, just like the gathering vultures who circle overhead. How easily they come and go, how far above danger they fly. I am not sure I can return to my own cage, a cage built of lies and suspicions and fear. A cage so full of darkness and shadow it may as well be death.   I lean forward, pushing my body out past the battlements. The wind plucks at my cloak, buffets me, as if it would carry me off in flight, just like the birds or the knights soul. Let go, it cries. I will take you far, far away. I want to laugh at the exhilarating feeling. I will catch you, it whistles seductively.   Would it hurt? I wonder, staring down at the jagged rocks below. Would I feel the moment of my landing? I close my eyes and imagine hurtling through space, rushing down, down, down, to my death.   Would it even work? At the convent, the sisters of Mortain were as stingy with their knowledge of our deathly skills and abilities as a miser is with his coin. I do not fully understand all the powers Death has bestowed upon me. Besides, Death has already rejected me twice. What if He did so a third time and I had to spend the rest of my life broken and helpless, forever at the mercy of those around me? That thought has me shuddering violently, and I take a step away from the wall.   Sybella?   Fresh panic flares in my breast, and my hand reaches for the cross nestled among the folds of my skirt, for it is no ordinary crucifix but a cunningly disguised knife designed for me by the convent. Even as I turn around, I widen my eyes as if excited and curve the corners of my mouth up in a brazen smile.   Julian stands in the doorway. What are you doing out here? he asks.   I let my eyes sparkle with pleasureas if Im glad to see him rather than dismayedthen turn back around to the battlement to compose myself. I shove all my true thoughts and feelings deep inside, for while Julian is the kindest of them all, he is no fool. And he has always been skilled at reading me. Watching the rout. I am careful to make my voice purr with excitement. At least he did not find me until after I warned Ismae.   He joins me at the wall, so close that our elbows touch, and casts me a look of wry admiration. You wanted to watch?   I roll my eyes in disdain. It matters not. The bird slipped the net.   Julian tears his gaze away from me and looks out onto the field for the first time. The duchess got away?   Im afraid so.   He glances quickly back at me, but I keep the look of contempt plastered to my face like a shield. He will not be happy, Julian says.   No, he will not. And the rest of us will pay the price. I look at him as if just now noticing he is not dressed for battle. Why are you not on the field with the others?   I was ordered to stay behind.   A brief spasm of fear clutches my heart. Is dAlbret having me watched so very closely, then?   Julian offers me his arm. We need to get back to the hall before he does.   I dimple at him and cozy up to his arm, letting it almost but not quite brush against my breast. It is the one power I have over himdoling out favors just often enough that he does not need to grab for them.   As we reach the tower door, Julian glances back over his shoulder at the battlement then turns his unreadable gaze on me. I will not tell anyone that you were up here, he says.   I shrug, as if it is of no difference to me. Even so, I fear he will make me pay for this kindness of his.   Already I regret not jumping while I had the chance.

Editorial Reviews

* LaFevers is that wonderful sort of storyteller who so completely meshes events, descriptions, and characters that readers get lost in the world she's concocted. It's a place where history mingles with mystery and love is never expected." - Booklist, starred review * "The prose's beauty inspires immediate re-reads of many a sentence, but its forward momentum is irresistible. An intricate, masterful page-turner about politics, treachery, religion, love and healing." - Kirkus, starred review * "Brimming with powerful emotions, thrilling sword fights, and accurate period detail, this tightly plotted tale will enthrall readers of romantic historical fantasy." - Publishers Weekly, starred review "Personal where Grave Mercy was political and comprehensive, this story focuses tightly on Sybella as she seeks vengeance upon the many men who have wronged her. . . . Her romantic relationship with the imprisoned warrior unfolds with a sweet tenderness that romance fans will relish." - Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books "Romantic fantasy with a vengence. . . LaFevers offers a pungent mix of inner torment, costume drama, and dagger-, sword-, poison-, and garrote-play." - Horn Book "An expertly crafted novel, with deep characters and an interesting plot that is, at the same time, fantastic, yet realistic. LaFevers has agazin used great artistry to create an excellent tale for both young adult and adult audiences." - VOYA, 4Q 4P S * "As with the first book, LaFevers has filled the pages of her novel with adventure, and the pace is electrifyingly fast. The characters are well drawn, and even the secondary figures have dimension. Sybella's quick-thinking and fearless approach to terrifying personal and political situations renders her an incredibly strong protagonist with whom readers will identify." - School Library Journal, starred review "