Ironside: A Modern Faery's Tale by Holly BlackIronside: A Modern Faery's Tale by Holly Black

Ironside: A Modern Faery's Tale

byHolly Black

Paperback | July 1, 2008

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In the realm of Faerie, the time has come for Roiben's coronation. Uneasy in the midst of the malevolent Unseelie Court, pixie Kaye is sure of only one thing -- her love for Roiben. But when Kaye, drunk on faerie wine, declares herself to Roiben, he sends her on a seemingly impossible quest. Now Kaye can't see or speak to Roiben unless she can find the one thing she knows doesn't exist: a faerie who can tell a lie.

Miserable and convinced she belongs nowhere, Kaye decides to tell her mother the truth -- that she is a changeling left in place of the human daughter stolen long ago. Her mother's shock and horror sends Kaye back to the world of Faerie to find her human counterpart and return her to Ironside. But once back in the faerie courts, Kaye finds herself a pawn in the games of Silarial, queen of the Seelie Court. Silarial wants Roiben's throne, and she will use Kaye, and any means necessary, to get it. In this game of wits and weapons, can a pixie outplay a queen?

Holly Black spins a seductive tale at once achingly real and chillingly enchanted, set in a dangerous world where pleasure mingles with pain and nothing is exactly as it appears.
Holly Black was born in New Jersey in 1971. She graduated with a B.A. in English from The College of New Jersey in 1994. Holly's first book, Tithe: A Modern Faerie Tale (Simon & Schuster) was published in 2002 and was included in the American Library Association's Best Books for Young Adults. She has since written two other books in th...
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Title:Ironside: A Modern Faery's TaleFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:336 pages, 7 × 5 × 0.9 inShipping dimensions:7 × 5 × 0.9 inPublished:July 1, 2008Publisher:Margaret K. McElderry BooksLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0689868219

ISBN - 13:9780689868214

Appropriate for ages: 14

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Holly Black I was pleasantly surprised by way holly black created her version of the fairy world. It's kind of funny how you can tell this book was written in the early 2000s
Date published: 2018-08-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pretty good This was nearly as good as the first book, but better than the second. It had an actual quest and adventure, like the first. But it focused mostly on Kaye, Corny, and Luis (a returning character from the second book), and not enough Roiben. He was around, but not prominent. And there was very little romance. No scenes like how the first book ended, or like when Kaye was enchanted and Roiben felt he took advantage of her. It's as if Black felt the romance didn't need to be focused on again since it got attention in the first book. The most sexually charged scene was actually between two other characters, Corny and Luis. It was brief but you could tell it was heated. I wouldn't have been disappointed if I hadn't assumed from the fact that the first two books were fairly strong in the romance department. This book remains primarily a faerie adventure. In that sense it was very good. Lots of action and suspense and faerie politics. Valiant was not necessary to understand the story of this one. Although Luis was in this one, and a glimpse of Val and Ravus at the end, the story of the second was not relevant, and anything you would have to know about Luis was explained in this one. So you could read just #1 and 3, or just #2 alone.
Date published: 2018-01-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from In love with Kaye and Roiben I was so glad when there was a third book that starred Kaye and Roiben! It is written in Holly Black's dark and gritty style which is, perhaps, not for everyone. I loved the plot and that the trilogy ended on a happy note.
Date published: 2017-11-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Entertaining read. great characters. Entertaining read. great characters.
Date published: 2017-09-13
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Ends On A Good Note After enjoying the first book,Tithe, and then being disappointed with the second novel, Valiant, I wasn't exactly sure what to expect because I knew the third novel could go either way. However, I'm glad to say the the trilogy ended on a good note. Holly Block has that same familiar writing style- simple and to the point- that you'll recognize from Tithe and Valiant, but combined with a better plot this time around and the story is more enjoyable. On the night of Roiben's coronation to became ruler of the Unseelie Court, Kaye declares herself to him in front of the others, not realizing the customs of faeries. Roiben has no choice but to send her on a seemingly impossible task, one that requires her to find a faerie that can leave, and she can't see him again until the task is completed. In despair, Kaye returns back to the human world where she reveals the truth to her mother- that she's no human and that she would try to return her true daughter, who had been taken by the Seelie Court. With the help of Corny and Luis (from the second novel), she makes her way to the Seelie Court to make things right again. In the meantime, the Seelie and Unseelie Courts are restless. Silarial, Queen of the Seelie Court, wants control of her sister's former court, which is now under rule of Roiben, and she's willing to use Kaye and the others to get what she wants. I'm glad I got over my disappointment of the second novel and read the last book because I enjoyed it as much as the first novel, if not, a bit more.
Date published: 2010-06-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved it SO when i first bought this book I thought it was the first in the series so i had to wait and get "Tithe" before reading this one. WHich continues where Tithe left off. The world of the fey is dark yet beautiful. I LOVED Kaye and Rioben, they love each other but its not beaten into yours brains thoughout the entire book. I love that Kaye isnt always the one who needs saving, she doesnt just sit around and let the guy do everything! SO if your wondering about this one, try it out! you wont regret it. Oh an the new cover is so awesome!
Date published: 2010-01-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome.! Since i'm the first one to make a review and rate Ironside, let me just tell you something. If you think okay.. tithe was alright.. valiant was better.. whats this book gonna be like? Well, this book is a mix of the both books but mainly its about Kaye and Rath Robien Rye. :) but its twisted, its the best book of the three
Date published: 2009-01-14

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Chapter One I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape -- the loneliness of it -- the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it -- the whole story doesn't show. -- ANDREW WYETH Human girls cry when they're sad and laugh when they're happy. They have a single fixed shape rather than shifting with their whims like windblown smoke. They have their very own parents, whom they love. They don't go around stealing other girls' mothers. At least that's what Kaye thought human girls were like. She wouldn't really know. After all, she wasn't human. Fingering the hole on the left side of her fishnets, Kaye poked at the green skin underneath as she considered herself in the mirror. "Your rat wants to come," Lutie-loo said. Kaye turned toward the lidded fish tank, where the doll-size faery had her thin, pale fingers pressed against the outside of the glass. Inside, Kaye's brown rat, Armageddon, sniffed the air. Isaac was curled in a white ball in the far corner. "He likes coronations." "Can you really understand what he's saying?" Kaye asked, pulling an olive skirt over her head and wriggling it onto her hips. "He's just a rat," Lutie said, turning toward Kaye. One of her moth wings dusted the side of the cage with pale powder. "Anyone can talk rat." "Well, I can't. Do I look monochromatic in this?" Lutie nodded. "I like it." Kaye heard her grandmother's voice calling from downstairs. "Where are you? I made you a sandwich!" "Be there in a second!" Kaye shouted back. Lutie kissed the glass wall of the cage. "Well, can the rat come or not?" "I guess. Sure. I mean, if you can get him to not run away." Kaye laced up one thick-soled black boot and limped around the room looking for its mate. Only two months ago her bedroom had featured a child's bed and a bookshelf of ancient, unblinking dolls. Now the old bed was in pieces in the attic, the dolls were dressed in punk-rock finery, and above the mattress on the floor Kaye had painted a mural where a headboard might have been. It was half finished -- a tree with deep, intricate roots and gilded bark. Although she'd thought it would, the decorating still hadn't made the room feel like hers. When he'd seen the mural, Roiben had remarked that she could glamour the room into looking any way she wanted, but a magical veneer -- no matter how lovely -- still didn't seem real to her. Or maybe it seemed too real, too much a reminder of why she didn't belong in the room at all. Shoving her foot into the other boot, she tugged on her jacket. Leaving her hair green, she let magic slide over her skin, coloring and plumping it. There was a slight prickling as the glamour restored her familiar human face. She looked at herself a moment longer before pocketing Armageddon, scratching behind the ears of Isaac, and walking toward the door. Lutie followed, flying on moth wings, keeping out of sight as Kaye jogged down the stairs. "Was that your mother on the phone before?" Kaye's grandmother asked. "I heard it ring." She stood at the kitchen counter, pouring hot grease into a tin can. Two peanut butter and bacon sandwiches sat on chipped plates; Kaye could see the brown meat curling past the edges of the white bread. Kaye bit into her sandwich, glad that the peanut butter glued her mouth shut. "I left her a message about the holidays, but can she bother to call me back? Oh no, she's much too busy to talk to me. You'll have to ask her tomorrow night, although why she can't come down here to see you instead of insisting you go visit her at that squalid apartment in the city, I will never know. It must really gall her that you've decided to stay here instead of following her around like a little shadow." Kaye chewed, nodding along with her grandmother's complaints. In the mirror beside the back door, she could see, beneath the glamour, a girl with leaf green skin, black eyes without a drop of white in them, and wings as thin as plastic wrap. A monster standing beside a nice old lady, eating food intended for another child. A child stolen away by faeries. Brood parasites. That's what cuckoos were called when they dropped their eggs in other birds' nests. Parasitic bees, too, leaving their spawn in foreign hives; Kaye had read about them in one of the moldering encyclopedias on the landing. Brood parasites didn't bother raising their own babies. They left them to be raised by others -- birds that tried not to notice when their offspring grew huge and hungry, bees that ignored that their progeny did not collect pollen, mothers and grandmothers who didn't know the word "changeling." "I have to go," Kaye said suddenly. "Have you thought more about school?" "Gram, I got my GED," Kaye said. "You saw it. I did it. I'm done." Her grandmother sighed and looked toward the fridge, where the letter was still tacked with a magnet. "There's always community college. Imagine that -- starting college before the rest of your class even graduates." "I'll go see if Corny is outside yet." Kaye started toward the door. "Thanks for the sandwich." The old woman shook her head. "It's too cold out there. Stand on the porch. He should know better than to ask a young girl to wait outside in the snow. I swear, that boy has no manners at all." Kaye felt the whoosh of air as Lutie flew past her back. Her grandmother didn't even look up. "Okay, Gram. Bye, Gram." "Stay warm." Kaye nodded and used the sleeve of her coat to turn the knob of the door so that she could avoid touching the iron. Even the smell of it burned her nose when she got close. Walking through the porch, she used the same trick on the screen door and stepped out into the snow. The trees on the lawn were encased in ice. Hail from that morning had stuck to whatever it had touched, freezing into solid sparkling skins that covered branches and flashed against the dull gray sky. The slightest breeze sent the limbs jangling against one another. Corny wasn't coming, but her grandmother didn't need to know that. It wasn't lying. After all, faeries couldn't lie. They only bent the truth so far that it snapped on its own. Above the doorway, a swag of thorn wrapped in green marked the house as watched over by the Unseelie Court. A gift from Roiben. Each time Kaye looked at the branches, she hoped that being protected by the Unseelie Court included being protected from the Unseelie Court. She turned away, walking past a ranch house with aluminum siding hanging off in patches. The woman who lived there raised Italian ducks that ate all the grass seed anyone in the neighborhood planted. Kaye thought of the ducks and smiled. A trash can rolled in the street, bumping up against plastic bins of beer bottles set out for recycling. Kaye crossed over the parking lot of a boarded-up bowling alley, where a sofa rested near the curb, cushions hard with frost. Plastic Santas glowed on lawns beside dried grapevine reindeer wrapped with fiber-optic lights. A twenty-four-hour convenience store piped screechy carols that carried through the quiet streets. A robotic elf with rosy cheeks waved endlessly next to several snowman windsocks fluttering like ghosts. Kaye passed a manger missing its baby Jesus. She wondered if kids had stolen him or if the family had just taken him in for the night. Halfway to the cemetery, she stopped at a pay phone outside a pizza place, put in quarters, and punched in Corny's cell number. He picked it up after the first ring. "Hey," Kaye said. "Did you decide about the coronation? I'm on my way to see Roiben before it starts." "I don't think I can go," Corny said. "I'm glad you called, though -- I have to tell you something. I was driving past one of those storage places. You know the kind with the billboards that have quotes on them like 'Support Our Troops' or 'What Is Missing in C-H-blank-blank-C-H? U-R.'" "Yeah," Kaye said, puzzled. "Well, this one said 'Life Is Like Licking Honey from a Thorn.' What the fuck is that?" "Weird." "No shit, it's weird. What is it supposed to mean?" "Nothing. Just don't dwell on it," Kaye said. "Oh, right. Don't dwell. That's me. I'm so good at not dwelling. It's my skill set. If I was going to take one of those tests to see what job I was best suited for, I would rate a perfect ten for 'not dwelling on shit.' And what job do you think that would qualify me for exactly?" "Storage unit manager," Kaye said. "You'd be the one to put up those sayings." "Ouch. Right between the legs." She could hear the smile in his voice. "So, you're really not coming tonight? You seemed so sure it was a good idea for you to face your fears and all that." There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Just as she would have spoken, he said, "The problem with facing my fears is that they're my fears. Not to mention that a fear of megalomaniacal, amoral fiends is hard to rationalize away." He laughed, a brittle, strange cackle. "Just once I'd like them to finally give up their secrets -- tell me how to really protect myself. How to be safe." Kaye thought of Nephamael, the last King of the Unseelie Court, choking on iron, and Corny stabbing him again and again. "I don't think it's that simple," Kaye said. "I mean, it's almost impossible to protect yourself from people, forget faeries." "Yeah, I guess. I'll see you tomorrow," Corny said. "Okay." She heard him hang up the phone. Kaye walked on, drawing her coat more tightly around her. She stepped into the cemetery and started up the snowy hill, muddy and grooved by the sleds that had gone over it. Her gaze strayed to where she knew Janet was buried, although from where Kaye stood, the polished granite stones looked the same with their plastic garlands and wet red bows. She didn't need to see the grave for her steps to slow, weighed down by the memory like sodden clothes must have weighed down Janet's drowning body. She wondered what happened when the baby cuckoo realized it wasn't like its brothers and sisters. Maybe it wondered where it had come from or what it was. Maybe it just pretended nothing was wrong and kept on gulping down worms. Whatever that bird felt, though, it wasn't enough to keep it from pushing the other chicks out of the nest. Cornelius Stone closed his cell phone against his chest and stood still for a moment, waiting for the regret to ebb. He wanted to go to the coronation, wanted to dance with the terrible and beautiful creatures of the Unseelie Court, wanted to gorge on faerie fruit and wake up on a hillside, scourged and sated. He bit his cheek until he tasted blood, but the yearning only rose with the pain. He sat down in the library aisle on carpeting so new it had a clean, chemical smell that was probably evaporating formaldehyde. Opening the first of the books, he looked at woodcuts and turn-of-the-century line art. He saw pictures of ponies with flippers that looked nothing like the kelpie that had murdered his sister. He flipped to a ring of tiny cherubic faeries with red cheeks and pointy ears dancing in a circle. Pixies, he read. None of them resembled Kaye in the least. He tore each page carefully out of the binding. They were bullshit. The next book was no better. As he started ripping apart the third, an elderly man looked down the aisle. "You shouldn't be doing that," he said. He was holding a fat hardback western in one hand and squinted at Corny as though, even with his glasses, he couldn't see him very clearly. "I work here," Corny lied. The man looked at Corny's scuffed biker jacket and his shaggy almost-a-mullet hair. "Your job is to rip apart perfectly good books?" Corny shrugged. "National security." The guy walked away muttering. Corny shoved the rest of the books into his backpack and walked out the doors. Disinformation was worse than no information at all. Alarms clanged behind him, but he didn't worry. He'd been to other libraries. The alarms didn't do anything but make a pretty sound, like a church bell from the future. He started in the direction of the coronation hill. No, he wasn't going to party with Kaye and her prince-of-darkness boyfriend, but that didn't mean he had to stay home. None of those books could help with what he had planned, but he'd expected that. If he wanted answers, he was just going to have to go right to the source. The servants didn't like to let Kaye into the Palace of Termites. She could tell by the way they looked at her, as though she were only the scuff of her shoes, the dirt under her fingernails, the stench of coffee and cigarettes that clung to her clothes. They spoke grudgingly, eyes never meeting hers, and they led her through passageways as though their feet were made of lead. Here was the place to which she ought to belong, but instead the grim and fabulous court, the cold halls, and the ferocious denizens made her uneasy. It was all very lovely, but she felt self-conscious and awkward against such a backdrop. And if she did not belong here and she didn't belong with Ellen, then she couldn't think of any place left to belong. It had been nearly two months since Roiben had assumed the title of Unseelie King, but a formal coronation could only occur on the darkest day of winter. After tonight he would be the true Lord of the Night Court, and with the title would come the resumption of the endless war with the Seelie fey. Two evenings past he'd woken Kaye by climbing a tree, tapping against her bedroom window, and drawing her out to sit on the frozen lawn. "Stay Ironside for a time after I'm crowned," he'd told her. "Lest you be dragged into more danger." When she'd tried to ask him for how long or how bad he thought it was going to get, he'd kissed her quiet. He'd seemed restless, but wouldn't say why. Whatever the reason, his restlessness had been infectious. She followed the shuffling feet of a hunchbacked steward to the doors of Roiben's chambers. "He will be with you soon," the steward said, pushing open the heavy door and stepping inside. He lit several fat candles along the floor before retreating silently. A tufted tail dragged behind him. Roiben's rooms were largely unfurnished, the walls an expanse of smooth stone broken up by stacks of books and a bed covered in a brocade throw. There were a few other things, farther inside -- a jade bowl of washing water, a wardrobe, a stand with his armor. The chamber was formal, austere, and forbidding. Kaye dropped her coat onto the end of the bed and sat down beside it. She tried to imagine living here, with him, and failed. The idea of putting a poster on the wall was absurd. Reaching over, she pulled a bracelet from one of the pockets of her coat, cupping it in her hand. A thin braid of her own green hair, wrapped in silver wire. She'd hoped to surprise him before the ceremony started, hoped that even if she couldn't see him for a while, he'd keep it with him, like storybook knights wore their ladies' tokens when they rode into battle. Lutie and Armageddon had even gone ahead to the hall so that she'd have a moment alone in which to present it. Next to the grandeur of the room, though, her gift now seemed ugly and homemade. Not worthy of a King. There was a sound like the clatter of hooves in the hall and Kaye stood, pushing the bracelet back into the pocket of her coat, but it was only another glowering servant, this one bringing a glass of spiced wine as thick and red as blood. Kaye took the glass and sipped at it politely, then set it down on the floor as the servant left. She flipped through a few books in the flickering candlelight -- military strategy, Peasepod's Ballads, an Emma Bull paperback she'd loaned him -- and waited some more. Taking another sip of wine, she stretched out at the end of the bed, wrapping the brocade cloth around her. She woke suddenly, a hand on her arm and Roiben's impassive face above her. Silvery hair tickled her cheek. Embarrassed, she sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She had slept restlessly, and the coverlet was half on the floor, soaking up spilled wine and melted candle wax. She didn't even remember closing her eyes. A scarlet-clad servant bearing a long cloak with black opal clasps stood in the center of the room. Roiben's chamberlain, Ruddles, was near the door, his mouth overfull of teeth in a way that made him seem as though he wore an unpleasant grin. Roiben frowned. "No one told me you were here." She wasn't sure if that meant that he wished someone had or that he would have preferred her not to be there at all. Kaye slung her coat over her arm and stood up, her cheeks hot with shame. "I should go." He stayed seated on the wreckage of his bed. The scabbard on his hip touched the floor. "No." He gestured to the servant and Ruddles. "Leave us." With shallow bows, they departed. Kaye remained standing. "It's late. Your thing is going to start soon." "Kaye, you have no idea what time it is." He stood and reached for her arm. "You've been asleep." She stepped back, clasping her hands together, pressing her nails into her palm to keep calm. He sighed. "Stay. Let me beg your forgiveness for whatever it is I've done." "Stop it." She shook her head, talking faster than she was thinking. "They don't want you to be with me, do they?" His mouth curved into a bitter smile. "I am forbidden nothing." "No one wants me here. They don't want me near you. Why?" He looked startled, ran a hand through silver hair. "Because I'm gentry and you're...not," he finished awkwardly. "I'm low class," she said dully, turning her back to him. "Nothing new there." Roiben's boots tapped against the stone as he walked behind her and pulled her against his chest. His head rested in the crook of her neck, and she felt his breath as he spoke, his lips moving against her skin. "I have my own thoughts on the subject. I care nothing for anyone else's." For a moment, she relaxed into his touch. He was warm and his voice was very soft. It would be easy to crawl back under the coverlet and stay. Just stay. But Kaye turned in his arms instead. "What's the big deal about you slumming?" He snorted, one of his hands lingering on her hip. He was no longer looking at her; his stare focused on the cold stone floor, the same gray as his eyes. "It is a weakness. My affection for you." She opened her mouth to ask another question, and closed it again, realizing he'd answered more than she'd asked. Perhaps that was the reason that the servants didn't like her, perhaps it was the reason that courtiers sneered at her, but it was also what he believed. She could see it in his face. "I really should go," she said, pulling away. She was relieved to find that her voice didn't catch. "I'll see you out there. Break a leg." He released her from the cradle of his arms. "You cannot stand on the dais during the ceremony nor walk in the procession. I do not want you to be taken for part of my court. Above all, you must not swear fealty. Promise me, Kaye." "So, I'm supposed to act like I don't know you?" The door was only a few steps across the floor, but she was conscious of each one. "Like you don't have any weaknesses?" "No, of course not," he said, too quickly. "You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself." He paused. "The only thing I want." She let a small teasing smile creep onto her face. "Really?" He snorted, shaking his head. "You think I'm being absurd, don't you?" "I think you're trying to be nice," said Kaye. "Which is pretty absurd." He walked to her and kissed her smiling mouth. She forgot about his sullen servants and the coronation and the bracelet she hadn't given him. She forgot about anything but the press of his lips. Copyright © 2007 by Holly Black

Bookclub Guide

A Reading Guide for TITHE, VALIANT, and IRONSIDE By Holly Black ABOUT THE BOOKS Holly Black's first Young Adult novel, the urban fantasy/faerie tale Tithe, focuses on a sixteen-year-old girl named Kaye who is actually a pixie, only at first she doesn't know it. Kaye starts to piece together the strange story of her real identity when she and her mother return to the New Jersey town where she grew up, and Kaye comes in contact with the faeries she used to play with as a child and a wounded knight, Roiben, who will change her life forever. Black's second book, Valiant, picks up where Tithe leaves off, but follows a different girl -- a human named Val -- who catches her boyfriend and her mother in a compromising position and runs away from home. In New York City, Val hooks up with a strange group of homeless teens and joins them in living in an abandoned subway station. It's not long before Val learns that these teens are not like anyone she's ever met -- they work as couriers for a troll and come in contact with faeries on a regular basis. Ironside, Black's third book, returns readers to Kaye's story, beginning two months after the ending of Tithe. Roiben is about to take the throne of the Unseelie Court and there will undoubtedly be a war, but then Kaye makes a foolish declaration and is sent on an impossible quest. Luis and Dave from Valiant become an integral part of the story as Kaye is forced to visit Silarial, the Seelie queen, to try to save Roiben and herself. DISCUSSION TOPICS How does Tithe compare with other fairy tale books you've read in the past? Did you like the modern setting? If you were Kaye, what gift would you have given to the kelpie if the broken carousel horse had not been available? What other orders would you have asked Rath Roiben Rye to carry out if you suddenly knew his full name? (Don't forget his skill of turning leaves into money!) For New Jersey and New York readers: Name all of the real locations that were mentioned in the three books -- for example: Allaire State Park, Café des Artistes, etc. If you were able to choose, would you want to be a part of the Seelie court, the Unseelie court, the solitary fey, or the human world? Why? At the end of Tithe, what do you imagine happened to Roiben and Kaye? Before you read the sequel, how did you feel about the ending of Tithe? Would you have ended the book differently? Were you excited to see cameos by some of the characters from Tithe in Valiant? Who is your favorite character from Valiant? Why? What qualities does this character possess that make him/her most interesting to you? If Valiant was made into a movie, what current film or TV stars would you cast as Val, Lolli, Dave, Luis, Ravus and the others? Put yourself in Lolli's shoes -- tell the story of Valiant from her point of view. What do you think happened to Lolli at the end of the book? What did you think of the use of the faerie drug "Never" in the story? Did you think that the book showed enough of the downside of using drugs? If Dave had never taken the drug, how do you think his story would change? What about Lolli? Val? We know that Kaye got her GED during the two months between the end of Tithe and the beginning of Ironside. What else do you think happened during this interim? How did Kaye cope with the loss of Janet, her mom moving away, her relationship with Roiben, etc.? Ironside obviously takes place in December -- what are the clues that tell you what time of year it is? If you were cursed like Corny, would you immediately get to the ocean to cure yourself or would you attempt to touch someone or something? Whom or what? Do you think it was a mistake for Kaye to have the young human brought back to Ellen? Do you think the girl will grow up to be a normal person? If you were in Kaye's position with no need for college and the ability to create a new life for yourself, what would you do? What do you think of Kaye's coffee shop plans and her idea of dividing her time between it and Roiben? Which adventurous duo do you think had a more challenging or exciting task: Val and Luis going after Mabry for Ravus's heart or Kaye and Corny traveling to the Seelie Court to strike a deal with Silarial? Should there be additional books in this series? How would the story continue? Which character besides Kaye or Val would you like to see explored in another book? Were any of the quotes at the beginning of each chapter familiar to you? Choose a few of your favorites and discuss how they relate to what happened in the story at that point. RESEARCH AND ACTIVITIES Create a Tithe board game that follows Kaye's travels between the Seelie and Unseelie courts and the human world. Playing pieces can represent something about each character -- Kaye's purple cat suit, Roiben's long white hair, Corny's beat-up car, etc. Use obstacles like iron, thorns, ogres, and the Unseelie queen. Make minor characters part of the game (Janet, Kenny, Ellen) by detouring major players to save them from the kelpie. Be creative! Make a clay sculpture, a painting, a drawing, or other piece of art of your favorite character from any of the books. What do you think they would actually look like? Make an Unseelie feast! Re-create dishes that Kaye sees when she sneaks into the Unseelie court, then invent your own interesting recipes. Write a spell for creating a glamour, then read it aloud to the group. Describe the new look you have created. Choose your favorite scene and act it out in front of the group. If several people wish to be involved, choose a scene that features many characters. Make your performance as simple or as elaborate as you choose by adding costumes and props or just reading dialogue aloud from the book. Assuming that Kaye's grandmother lives in Long Branch, New Jersey, get an atlas and map out the route that Kaye and Corny (and later, Luis) took during the course of their travels in Ironside. Design your own sword -- either patterned after the glass one Ravus used to teach Val how to fight or one of your own creation. Draw a detailed picture of your design.