Mastiff: The Legend Of Beka Cooper #3 by Tamora PierceMastiff: The Legend Of Beka Cooper #3 by Tamora Pierce

Mastiff: The Legend Of Beka Cooper #3

byTamora Pierce

Paperback | October 23, 2012

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A New York Times bestseller from the fantasy author who is legend herself: TAMORA PIERCE. In the final book in the Beka Cooper Trilogy, Beka uses her unique magic and street smarts to crack the case that will change an empire!

The more secret the Hunt, the more dangerous the mission.

Sometimes a distraction arrives at just the right time. After suffering a terrible loss, Beka is grateful when Lord Gershom calls on her with a top-secret Hunt. He informs Beka that she and her scent hound, Achoo, are the best team for the job, but he won't tell her anything else. And when the pair is joined by a wide-eyed young mage who seems too green to be on a case of such importance, it becomes clear that threats lurk around every corner. Soon they are wading deep into a world of power, corruption, and betrayal that threatens the Tortall royal family. Beka must decide whom she can trust with her country's future . . . and her life.

The Beka Cooper Trilogy introduces an amazing young woman who is the ancestor of one of Tamora Pierce's most popular characters: George Cooper. Here, Pierce gives fans exactly what they want—a smart, savvy heroine making a name for herself on the mean streets of Tortall's Lower City—while offering plenty to appeal to new readers as well!

"Tamora Pierce's books shaped me not only as a young writer but also as a young woman. She is a pillar, an icon, and an inspiration. Cracking open one of her marvelous novels always feels like coming home."
—SARAH J. MAAS, #1 New York Times bestselling author

"Tamora Pierce didn't just blaze a trail. Her heroines cut a swath through the fantasy world with wit, strength, and savvy. Her stories still lead the vanguard today. Pierce is the real lioness, and we're all just running to keep pace."
—LEIGH BARDUGO, #1 New York Times bestselling author
Tamora Pierce is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of over eighteen novels set in the fantasy realm of Tortall. She first captured the imagination of readers with her debut novel, Alanna: The First Adventure. Since then, her bestselling and award-winning titles have pushed the boundaries of fantasy and young adult novels to intr...
Title:Mastiff: The Legend Of Beka Cooper #3Format:PaperbackDimensions:608 pages, 8.25 × 5.56 × 1.25 inPublished:October 23, 2012Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:037583818X

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Favorite author The only bad thing about this book is that it is the last book in the series.
Date published: 2017-06-28
Rated 3 out of 5 by from HEARTBROKEN! I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS! THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS AND ANGER...PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO ANGRY IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. IF YOU FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM, YOU PROBABLY SAW MY STORY WHERE I CHUCKED THIS BOOK AT A DOOR. HEAR ME OUT: I am a huge Tamora Pierce fan. After reading Harry Potter, she was the one who introduced me to a whole new world of fantasy with strong female main characters. I had her books during those critical years (11-13) when you're growing and changing and lots of crazy stuff is happening, and you don't know where you fit in all of it. I looked up to her characters. I wanted to be like Kel, Alanna, Daine, and Aly when I grew up. I didn't get around to reading Beka Cooper's books till now. This is my first time reading them and how I enjoyed the first two books!!! But this one was such a let down, especially near the end. I love Tamora Pierce and I don't think I'll ever not love her. But this book didn't need to be written. Or if it did, at least not this way. [Starting with the first thing I didn't like – the pacing and the setting. IT FELT SO SLOW. I'm sorry, but it was literally the same thing. Achoo sniffs around...finds the scent...they run/ride all day...stop the bad guys...get attacked...escape...REPEAT. Okay, maybe I'm being a bit harsh. I guess it wasn't all that boring, and they did uncover a lot of stuff that was really cool, but I think I just missed the city setting. I got so used to it in Terrier and Bloodhound, that Mastiff felt kind of out of place. I mean it was cool seeing another part of Tortall and getting to interact and learn more about the nobles, but something felt different. There wasn't that charm that was in Terrier and Bloodhound. There wasn't that sense of excitement or something. I can't put my finger on it. This book just felt long. And it dragged in areas. Ugh...I don't know what else to say. FARMER. Okay, so I like him. Actually, I LOVE him. He's my cute little chipmunk (cause he likes nuts and I just had my wisdom teeth removed and looked like a chipmunk for a few days)! He's funny, doesn't take himself seriously, he's humble, and just plain adorable! Only thing I didn't like..."I love you". So Holden dies at the beginning, which was such a shock to me cause like "WHO'S HOLDEN???". And then we find out that "Oh nvm, Beka didn't really like him and was going to break off the engagement anyway" ??? Why add Holden if he isn't even that essential to the plot. Like I get it's because of his death that Beka is put on the Hunt, but I'm sure you could come up with a million other reasons. A death of someone you don't even love anymore isn't that important. It doesn't change or develop Beka's character in anyway. But I digress... So Holden is dead...who cares...and Beka meets Farmer and she's hesitant which is so like her. And she gets to know him during the Hunt and starts to like him and I start to like him and I'm squealing the entire time. And then the barn thing happens and he kisses her and I'm like "THAT IS SO ADORABLE". But then the prison thing happens...Imagine you have a jug of water and an empty cup and you start to pour the water into the cup slowly. But like halfway, you're like "*@!%, who gives a crap!" and you dump all the water out of the jug into the cup and it overflows and spills everywhere and there's a huge you get where I'm going??? That's what it felt like. Like the slow, burning relationship that was being created, turning into INSTALOVE. Like I get Beka and Farmer have feelings towards each other. But to go from that to "I FRICKIN LOVE YOU??!!!" Sorry, but NOPE. (Also, on a side note. Why do we have a different love interest in each book? I mean if Farmer was introduced earlier, it would have been a much better transition.) Anyway, so that instalove, I wasn't happy about that. But their relationship is cute, and the ending was pretty perfect. I did feel as if Beka changed a bit in that scene when Farmer gives her the moonstone necklace and earrings – like it didn't seem like her for a second – but I'm not going to think about it. My last complaint and the BIGGEST complaint, is Tunstall. I don't know what to say. Did I expect it? NOPE. What was I expecting? Oh, Elyot disguised himself as Tunstall at certain parts – like when he adds the badge thing to Farmer's saddle and at the end, etc. WAS I EXPECTING TRAITOR TO BE WRITTEN ALL OVER TUNSTALL'S FACE???? NOOOOOOOOOOO. I don't think I've ever been so mad in my entire life. HOW??? Look at Terrier and Bloodhound. HOW. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? Yes, I get it that people change. That the Lower City is a hard place and coves and mots can turn on one another in a blink of an eye. BUT TUNSTALL? Do you all remember how he's one of the best Dogs? Do you remember how he helped and trained Beka? HE LOVES SABINE! And yeah, I know he didn't think he was good enough for her, but it didn't seem like it was so bad that he would go against Goodwin, Gershom, and the KING, just to marry Sabine!!?!! Like, I'm 100% sure that the guilt would have eaten him alive and he would have confessed to Sabine that he killed Beka and Gareth. AND WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED THEN? UGH. I'm so mad. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I don't get it. This ruined all the character building that Tunstall went through. It ruins him so much. And it hurts cause I love him as much as I love Goodwin and Sabine and Rosto and Kora and Aniki and Pounce and Achoo and Gershom and Dale. And he just dies. On his own. With no one there to hold his hand. And he lies to himself before his soul leaves to the Peaceful Realms. NO. I just want to forget this happened. I just want to imagine that it wasn't Tunstall, but Elyot or some other stupid mage disguised as him. That he didn't betray Beka and Sabine and the realm...I. hate. this. so. much. I want to give this book a 1 star. But I'm not going to because Beka, Farmer, Sabine, Achoo, and Pounce. Also Tunstall the majority of the book, except for last 30 pages or so. I still loved the plot, even though it was slow and the setting was so different. I loved the political intrigue, the rebellion, all of that. I loved how this focused so much on slaves, especially after seeing them mentioned so often in the other books and knowing how much Beka hated the slave traders. Seeing them free and slavery being abolished made me so proud! Also, that glimpse of George, pre-Song-of-the-Lioness has me so excited to reread the series. I'm just going to try and move on I guess.
Date published: 2017-01-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love it Great conclusion to the adventures of Beka Cooper
Date published: 2016-12-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another great series I loved this whole series and the twists and turns. Beka is a great character, very tough and inspiring but always true to herself.
Date published: 2016-12-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Very Well Done! This story was very well written. I have loved this series from the beginning and have read it many times. As I read, I had so many emotions, Love, hate, devotion, sadness, betrayal, etc. Tamora Pierce transports you into the world of Tortall and you can almost see yourself living there. A truly Magical read!
Date published: 2016-11-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Mastiff Book three of the becca cooper trilogy. Written as journal entries lends an interesting format. Excellent series.
Date published: 2014-04-08

Read from the Book

Wednesday, June 6, 249 H.E. Mistress Trout’s Lodgings Nipcopper Close, Corus Ten of the evening. We buried Holborn today. The burying ground has no trees in it, no shade for us Lower City Dogs. Because most of us work in the dark, we want our bodies to lie in the sun. Stones decorate the graves, stones placed there for remembrance. Some graves are piled waist-­high with them, signs that the Dogs who lie beneath were loved by family and guards both. There were plenty of folk for Holborn. Rosto, Kora, Aniki, and Phelan had come from the Court of the Rogue. Even Rosto had learned to like Holborn this last year, for all that he was green jealous that Holborn was my betrothed. Kora and Aniki wept for me. My eyes were as dry as the ground of the boneyard. Everyone believed I’d wept so hard I had no tears left. Holborn’s family came. The men left my shoulders damp with tears, my belly filled with razors of guilt because I had none to shed with them. They told me how sorrowed they were that I’d never become their daughter, their sister. They also tried to keep his mother back. Only when they turned to go did she break from them to come at me. I saw her slap coming, but I did naught to stop it. Only when she went for a second blow did I grab her wrist. “You cold, Cesspit trull!” she screamed. “My poor lad was forever trying to impress you. He wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t been trying to prove himself as good as you, and you led him to his death!” My partner, Tunstall, took her and gently put her in the hands of her men. “He made a mistake, mistress,” he said gently in his hillman’s rumble. “Beka had naught to do with it.” “She was there,” Holborn’s mother cried. “She was not.” My sergeant, Goodwin, had come over. “Had she been there, she would have stopped him from running into a nest of slave guards all on his own. Your son got himself killed.” The men of the family were all Dogs and knew that Tunstall and Goodwin were right. “Forgive her,” Holborn’s father whispered in my ear while his sons drew their mother out of the boneyard. “It is her grief talking.” He looked shamefaced as he followed his family. Other Dogs were present, to stand for Holborn and for me. Holborn was a leather badge, a five-­year Dog who’d transferred to Jane Street last year. His old friends and partner from Flash District attended, as well as the Jane Street folk. Goodwin, her man, Tunstall, and his lady, Sabine, were there, as well as my Jane Street friends. Standing with the cityfolk were my brothers, sisters, grandmother, as well as my merchant friend Tansy and her family. Beside them was my foster family from the days when I had lived at Provost’s House. My informants among the city’s pigeons attended, to my surprise. None landed on the grave. Holborn’s ghost wasn’t riding among them, waiting to say farewell to me. Many a soul that’s been murdered rode a pigeon until he, or she, could settle old business, but not Holborn. In his last hours he’d only given my hand one more squeeze before he left me for the Peaceful Realms of the Black God of Death. I listened to the folk murmur to each other as they waited for the priest and Lord Gershom to arrive. One mot was telling those around her that Holborn had saved her oldest lad when a game of dice went bad. The Dogs from his old district shared the tale that Holborn was known to jump on tables and stand on his hands when he’d had one cup too many. A dancer whose full purse he’d saved from rushers was there. It was she who set a cube of incense by the headstone. A priest of the Black God said some words once Holborn went into the ground. So did Lord Gershom, before he gave Holborn’s medal to his father. Then came the placing of the stones, as all who chose to leave a token did so. Most of them who’d come went on to the Jane Street Guardhouse after that. There Holborn’s Day Watch fellows had laid out a funeral feast. Those closest to me stayed for a while. Eventually they came to tell me goodbye. I stood by the headstone as they approached. My oldest friend, Tansy, clung to me and wept on my uniform, and left three chunks of crystal by the headstone. That done, her man Herun took her and the babies home. Then my lord Gershom and my district commander, Sir Acton of Fenrigh, said their farewells. I collected myself to bow to them. Others followed. Granny Fern, clinging to my youngest brother’s arm, my other brother, and my sisters all looked more broken than me. They had loved Holborn, who had wheedled until I was on good terms with my sister Dorine again. My foster aunt Mya, my foster uncle, and my other family from Provost’s House left with them. The hardest Dogs of Jane Street kennel, who had gone through so many street battles with me, trickled away, two and three at a time. I embraced my fellow Dogs, knowing they would not think me weak for doing so at a time like this. Now and then Pounce, my cat, would rub up against my boots, or my hound, Achoo, would lick my hand. I’d give them a scratch to reassure them, until they settled again. My remaining human friends took counsel of each other as we remained in the sun. Finally Aniki said, “She’ll come when she’s ready.” Most of them went on their way. They never would have left me entirely alone, not with the enemies I’ve made since I was a Puppy. I didn’t care. I was listening to the winds, in case they carried a scrap of Holborn’s voice, and to the talk of the pigeons, for the sheer comfort of their coos and chuckles. More and more birds assembled on the rooftops and the fence.

Editorial Reviews

"Pierce has long been lauded for her kickass heroines, and in Beka she has created her most compelling, complicated character...[T]his novel provides both crackerjack storytelling and an endearingly complex protagonist."—Kirkus Reviews, STARRED REVIEW“Tamora Pierce creates epic worlds populated by girls and women of bravery, heart, and strength. Her work inspired a generation of writers and continues to inspire us.” —HOLLY BLACK, #1 New York Times bestselling author“Few authors can slay so effectively with a single sentence—I mean fist-in-the-air, shouting-at-my-book slay—as Tamora Pierce. All these years later, I still draw strength from her words.” —MARIE LU, #1 New York Times bestselling author “Tamora Pierce is a seminal figure in the fantasy field of writing, turning out one terrific book after another.” —TERRY BROOKS, New York Times bestselling author of the Sword of Shannara trilogy“It’s impossible to overstate Tamora Pierce’s impact on children’s literature. Her tough, wise, and wonderful heroines have inspired generations of readers.” —RAE CARSON, New York Times bestselling author “In the world of YA fantasy, there’s before Tamora Pierce, and then after her female heroes started kicking down the doors (and walls, and other barriers)!” —BRUCE COVILLE, New York Times bestselling author “Tamora Pierce is a trailblazer for so many fantasy writers, hacking through the old tropes with her narrative machete and showing us that girl-centered adventures are not just possible but amazing.” —RACHEL HARTMAN, New York Times bestselling author “Tamora Pierce’s writing is like water from the swiftest, most refreshingly clear, invigorating, and revitalizing river.” —GARTH NIX, New York Times bestselling author“Tamora Pierce is gloriously unafraid to give her readers joy and laughter along with adventure and struggle, to let us love her characters wholeheartedly and find the best of ourselves in them.” —NAOMI NOVIK, New York Times bestselling author “Tamora Pierce and her brilliant heroines didn’t just break down barriers; they smashed them with magical fire.” —KATHERINE ARDEN, author of The Bear and the Nightingale “Tamora Pierce’s bold, courageous heroines illuminate the journey to womanhood.” —CALLIE BATES, author of The Waking Land “Tamora Pierce is the queen of YA fantasy, and we are all happy subjects in her court.” —JESSICA CLUESS, author of A Shadow Bright and Burning “Tamora Pierce’s novels gave me a different way of seeing the world." —ALAYA DAWN JOHNSON, award-winning author of Love Is the Drug