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Now I Rise

byKiersten White

Hardcover | June 27, 2017

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The highly anticipated, mind-blowing New York Times bestselling sequel to Kiersten White’s New York Times bestseller, AND I DARKEN—the series that reads like HBO’s Game of Thrones . . . if it were set in the Ottoman Empire. 
 
A SISTER FILLED WITH RAGE
Lada Dracul has no allies. No crown. All she has is what she’s always had: herself. After failing to secure the Wallachian throne, Lada is out to punish anyone who dares cross her. She storms the countryside with her men, but brute force isn’t getting Lada what she wants. And thinking of Mehmed, the defiant Ottoman sultan, brings little comfort to her thorny heart. There’s no time to wonder whether he still thinks about her, even loves her. She left him before he could leave her.

HER BROTHER CAUGHT IN THE CROSSHAIRS
Lada needs the support of her diplomatic younger brother, Radu. But Mehmed has sent him to Constantinople—and it’s no diplomatic mission. Mehmed wants control of the city, and Radu has earned an unwanted place as a double-crossing spy behind enemy lines. And for the first time in his life, when Lada asks him for help, he refuses . . . leading his sister to make the darkest of choices.

THE ULTIMATE POWER PLAY
Torn between loyalties to faith, to the Ottomans, and to Mehmed, Radu knows he owes Lada nothing. If she dies, he could never forgive himself—but if he fails in Constantinople, would Mehmed ever forgive him? 

As nations fall around them, the Dracul siblings must decide: what will they sacrifice to fulfill their destinies? Empires will topple, thrones will be won . . . and souls will be lost. 

Fans of Victoria Aveyard’s THE RED QUEEN and Sabaa Tahir’s A TORCH AGAINST THE NIGHT won’t want to miss this riveting and gorgeously written novel—the second in the And I Darken series.


★ "Gorgeous, rich, and rewarding."—Booklist, starred review

★ "Absolutely devastating in the best way."—Kirkus, starred review

“A+, 5 knives.”—Amie Kaufman, New York Times bestselling co-author of the STARBOUND and ILLUMINAE FILES trilogies
 
“Fierce, epic, and crazy fun.”—Melissa Albert, author of THE HAZEL WOOD


Praise for And I Darken:
 
“A dark jewel of a story, one that gleams with fierce, cunning characters—absolutely riveting.” —Alexandra Bracken, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Passenger
 
“A dark, gritty, and seriously badass epic that will have you dying for more . . . required reading for every feminist fantasy fan.—BuzzFeed
 
“Evocative . . . this book takes no prisoners.” —NPR
KIERSTEN WHITE is the New York Times bestselling author of the And I Darken and Paranormalcy series, Beanstalker and Other Hilarious Scarytales, and many more novels. She lives with her family near the ocean in San Diego, which, in spite of its perfection, spurs her to dream of faraway places and even further away times.   kierstenwhi...
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Title:Now I RiseFormat:HardcoverDimensions:480 pages, 9.31 × 6.25 × 1.5 inPublished:June 27, 2017Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0553522353

ISBN - 13:9780553522358

Reviews

Rated 3 out of 5 by from It was good! I enjoyed the first one more, but this one was good too, just not as good. It was also good because of the way the characters developed and by the end of it I was getting more into it.
Date published: 2017-10-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely Amazing!!! If you liked the first book, the sequel does NOT disappoint! I was hooked from the first word, and didn't stop until the last. I read the whole book so fast, and I wish I could erase it from my mind so I can experience it for the first time all over again. Loved every word, and cannot wait for the next book. June 2018 is too far away!!!
Date published: 2017-09-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Really Good I enjoyed this one more than the first book.
Date published: 2017-08-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Exceeded My High Expectations I have been eagerly anticipating the release of Now I Rise since the moment I finished And I Darken last year. It didn't disappoint, if anything it improved upon its predecessor and exceeded my expectations. In The Conquerer's Saga Kiersten White takes on the very end of the Byzantine Empire with the fall of Constantinople and changing power in eastern Europe, but with her own twists. Here Vlad Dracul is a young woman named Lada, one of two main characters. The other is Radu, Lada's younger brother. White gives Lada all the room she needs to be ruthless, brutal and yet also sympathetic. Her wildness cannot be tamed, her desire for Wallachia cannot be quenched, and she will kill or destroy anyone who attempts to part her from either. In a sea of very samey protagonists, Lada stands out; there is nothing she won't sacrifice to rule Wallachia, no brutality too far. Her love affair with Mehmed stagnates too as love falls to the steely strength of their twin ambitions. Lada's younger brother Radu is a study in contrasts. Though by now he is no stranger to killing battles, Radu remains the clever, soft-hearted boy he once was. His love for Mehmed, the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, brings him to Constantinople as a spy. Luckily, Nazira, our beautiful secret lesbian princess and Radu's wife, comes with him. Nazira is a breath of fresh air, for Radu as well as for the reader. She's deeply intelligent, both socially and emotionally, and is a bit like sunshine, really. In Nazira Radu has a friend, one that he can be completely honest with as she knows all his secrets and shares her own with him as well. There are moments where the friendship and affection between them is so strong and pure that you can't help but be protective of them both. What particularly works about Radu and Lada's alternating viewpoints is that White has created herself an opportunity to not only tell an interesting story, but explore the masculine and feminine through both. Radu's homosexuality is his own not-very-well-kept secret, it is a part of him and leads him places he did not expect. Likewise, Lada's gender, her body itself, means that she must fight twice as hard, be twice as brutal and find new ways to proceed when the doors don't open to her like they would a man. There's a fascinating dichotomy in both of them that draws the reader in, presents the siblings as deep, complex human beings that you empathize with even as you're frustrated with their actions. Mehmed does not appear nearly as much in this book as the last, sharing only one scene with Lada and two or so with Radu, yet his presence is felt throughout its entirety. Lada and Radu do not share a single scene, yet like Mehmed, each is never far from the other's mind. As such, there is much pontificating on love, friendship, loyalty and country and how each character relates to each other. Even if you don't know the real history that serves as a bedrock in this novel, the taste of tragedy lies beneath the text: Lada will never be content to be a wife, Mehmed will never be content without his empire, and Radu will never be content without the returned love of Mehmed. Their emotional journeys draw you along as much as Lada killing her way to the role of vaivode of Wallachia and the fall of Constantinople. There's so much contained in Now I Rise that 500 pages felt far too quick and has left me desperately wanting more.
Date published: 2017-07-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fabulous!!! Oh my god, that ending!!!!! Now I Rise captured the essence of And I Darken and elevated it to new level. Once again, I was completely immersed in the Ottoman Empire and Wallachia and saw the history of Constantinople in a new light. Lada continues to be focused, strong and driven. Radu evolves in some surprising ways. I can't wait until Book 3.... for now, I will be suffering a dreadful book hangover for days - thank you, Kiersten White
Date published: 2017-07-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A For the Lover of Books Review Number of pages: 470 Number of times read (including the time before this review): 1 Rating (out of five stars): 5 I’ve been a Kiersten White fan for a while, and while I recognize some of her earlier books are not high quality literature, And I Darken and Now I Rise are by far her best books. Filled with adventure, a respectful look at two different religions, violence, court intrigue, and romantic tension, Now I Rise is perfect for a variety of readers, which you can’t say often about historical books. The thing about Now I Rise (as well as And I Darken) is that they don’t feel like historical fiction books; they feel like fantasy books. Think of your favourite fantasy book and remove the magic/ mythological figures and creature and you have Now I Rise. Now I Rise is far more fast-paced than your typical historical fiction book (I’m not bashing historical fiction books; I love historical fiction books. The issue with historical fiction is the pacing can lead to boredom rather quickly), and by far more bloody. As Now I Rise is a historical fiction novel, it is very character driven. It’s a good thing the characters are all fantastic. I especially love Nicolae, Nazira, and Cyprian, who are all side characters. Nicolae never fails to make me laugh, Nazira is a fantastically rational character (for the most part), and Cyprian is so precious (and my favourite new character). I appreciate the main characters as well, but the side characters are definitely my favourites. All of the characters are shades of gray; nobody is black and white. They all fell like people rather than characters. Also, if Lada loses Nicolae from her men, I’m out. Speaking of main characters, I’m so angry with Mehmed in this book. He’s so conniving, which is exactly the reason I didn’t like Radu again until he started to feel conflicted toward the people of Constantinople. Why on earth did Mehmed think he could do what he did to Lada. I wasn’t too upset until with him for using Radu, since he’s been using him for two books now, but doing what he did to Lada proves he doesn’t actually love her, since he clearly doesn’t know her at all. I want to quickly touch on the religious aspect of this book, because I explained my feeling really poorly in my And I Darken review (the only reason I don’t remove that first paragraph is for transparency sake). As a person who doesn’t pertain to any religion (I’ve technically been baptised as a Catholic, but I’ve been to church roughly twice including my baptism, and this is a whole long and complicated story), I find it refreshing to be able to learn at least a little bit about other faiths, especially when they are represented as respectfully as they are in And I Darken and Now I Rise. I also love that so many views on faith are represented. There are devout characters like Mehmed and Hunyadi, to the faithless like Lada. This is the best and least forceful (I don’t feel like it’s pushing me to be a part of any faith) representation of religion I have read (it helps that this is one of the very few books I’ve read that features religion). Overall, Now I Rise is fantastically written with excellent morally grey characters, earning it 5 out of 5 stars. If you haven’t started this series and are able to acquire a copy, forget whatever book you were about to read and pick it up. You can then join us in the pain of waiting for book three.
Date published: 2017-07-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Can't Wait I really enjoyed the first book in this series and I cannot wait for the next one!
Date published: 2017-03-30

Read from the Book

1  January 1453   Hell was a party. At least, Radu was fairly certain that whatever hell there was would certainly resemble this party. Music drifted like perfume on the air, enough to sweeten but not overwhelm. Groups of musicians were scattered across the island; they could be glimpsed among the hardy green that had survived the winter months. Though the main meal would come later, blue-clad servants floated through the crowds with food-laden trays shaped like lily pads. On either side of the island, the Tunca River flowed leisurely by. Whatever else he had been, Murad--Mehmed’s dead father and Radu’s onetime benefactor--had not been one to skimp on luxury. The harem complex he built on the island had been out of use since his death, but it had not faded in glory. The tiles gleamed. The carved stones of the walls promised luxury and peace. The fountains tinkled in cheery companionship with the surrounding river. Radu wandered between buildings painted like geometric gardens, pulled along as surely as the course of the river. He knew it was useless, knew that it would not make him feel better. But still he looked. And there--next to the bathhouse. Radu was drawn to him like a leaf spun on the river current. Mehmed wore his now-constant deep-purple robes and a swirling golden turban. A jeweled chain fastened a cloak around his broad shoulders. Radu tried to remember Mehmed’s full lips parting in a smile, his eyebrows rising in mirth rather than mockery. The two young men, both having finally finished growing, were the same tall, lean height. But lately Radu felt small when Mehmed looked at him. He would have taken even that today. But Mehmed did not look his direction, immune to the connection Radu could not escape. “Truly glorious,” Halil Vizier said to Mehmed, his hands on his hips as he looked up at the new bathhouse complex. Three connected buildings, with domed roofs echoing those of mosques, had been added in the past few months. They were the first new construction anticipating Mehmed’s grand palace complex. It would rival anything his father had ever built--anything anyone had ever built. To celebrate this investment in the capital of the Ottoman Empire, Mehmed had invited everyone who mattered. Ambassadors from various European countries mingled freely with the Ottoman elite. Mehmed stood apart, but was free with his smiles and sweeping promises of future parties at his palace. Along with his usual attendants, he was joined by Ishak Pasha, one of his most powerful spahi; Kumal Pasha, Radu’s brother-in-law; and, as always, like a bitter taste that could not be swallowed, Halil Vizier. Radu hated thinking of his old enemy Halil Pasha as Halil Vizier. He hated even more that it had been his own plan to put Halil in a place of trust and power to keep a closer eye on him. Maybe Lada had been right. Maybe they should have killed him. Things would be easier, or at least they would be more pleasant. That should be Radu’s place at Mehmed’s side. As though sensing Radu’s poisonous envy, Halil Vizier looked at him. His mouth curled in a sneering smile. “Radu the Handsome,” he said. Radu frowned. He had not heard that title since the end of fighting in Albania, when Skanderberg, their foe, had coined it. Mehmed glanced over, then away as soon as their eyes met. Like a butterfly alighting on a flower and finding it lacking. “Tell me,” Halil said, that nasty smile still on his bearded face. “Is your pretty wife aware this is not a functioning harem yet? I fear she has false hopes about entering it.” The men around Halil snickered. Kumal frowned, then opened his mouth. Radu shook his head, a minute movement. Kumal looked sadly away. Mehmed did not acknowledge the insult--the implication that Radu’s wife would enter Mehmed’s harem to divorce Radu--but he did nothing to refute it, either. “My wife is not--” A gentle hand came down on Radu’s arm. He turned to find Nazira. Nazira, who was not supposed to be here. “His wife is not pleased with anyone else monopolizing his attention.” Beneath her translucent veil, her smile was far brighter than the winter sun. She wore the colors of springtime. Still, Radu felt cold looking at her. What was she doing? Nazira turned Radu away from the men and led him down a path draped in more silk than most people would ever see in their lives. It was extravagant, excessive, absurd, like everything about this party. A reflection of a sultan too young and foolish to think of anything beyond appearances and his own pleasure. “What are you doing here?” Radu whispered urgently. “Come on a boat ride with me.” “I cannot! I have to--” “Endure mockery from Halil Vizier? Try to regain the favor of Mehmed? Radu, what has happened?” Nazira pulled him into the shadows of one of the buildings. To onlookers it would appear as though he were stealing a moment with his beautiful wife. He gritted his teeth, looking at the wall above her head. “I have business.” “Your business is my business. You do not write us, you never visit. I had to learn from Kumal that you have fallen out with Mehmed. What happened? Did you . . . does he know?” Her dark eyes were heavy with meaning, the weight of it too much for Radu. “No! Of course not. I-- It is much more complicated than that.” He turned away, but she grabbed his wrist. “Fortunately for you, I am very clever and can understand even the most complicated things. Tell me.” Radu ran the fingers of his free hand along the edges of his turban, tugging at it. Nazira reached up, taking his fingers in her own. Her sharp eyes softened. “I worry about you.” “You do not need to worry about me.” “I do not worry because I need to. I worry because I care about you. I want to see you happy. And I do not think Edirne holds any happiness for you.” She emphasized Edirne, making it clear that it was not the capital she spoke of, but what--or rather, whom--that capital held. “Nazira,” Radu hissed, “I cannot talk about this right now.” He almost wished he could. He was desperate to talk to someone, anyone. But no one could help him with that problem. Radu wondered, sometimes, what Lazar could have told him if they had ever talked openly about what it meant for one man to love another. Lazar had been anything but discreet about his openness to something . . . more . . . with Radu. And Radu had rewarded Lazar’s loyalty and friendship with a knife. Now he had no one to talk to, to ask these desperate questions. It was wrong, was it not? For him to love this way? But when Radu looked at Nazira and Fatima, he did not feel anything other than happiness that they had found each other. Their love was as pure and true as any he had ever observed. Thoughts like this made his mind turn around in circles upon itself, until not even prayer could calm it. Radu looked down at Nazira’s hands on his. “The palace may not hold my happiness. But I cannot look anywhere else.” Nazira released him with a sigh. “Will you come back with me? Spend some time at home? Fatima misses you. It might do you good to be away.” “There is too much to do.” “Too much dancing? Too many parties?” Her voice teased, but her eyes lacked an accompanying sparkle of sincerity. Her words stung him. “You know I am more than that.” “I do. I simply worry you might forget. You do not have to do this to yourself.” “I am not doing it to myself, or for myself. I-- Damn. Damn, damn, damn.” Radu watched as a man in naval uniform--​a sturdy cape, a tighter, smaller turban than the ones worn by ordinary soldiers, and a sash of Mehmed’s colors--walked past. He was accompanied by one of Halil Vizier’s trusted friends. “What?” Nazira followed Radu’s gaze. “I need to talk to that man. Without anyone else being able to hear. It is the only reason I am here.” She was suddenly excited. “You do? Is he--” She raised her eyebrows suggestively. “No! No. I just need to speak with him. In secret.” Nazira’s smile turned into a thoughtful frown. “Can you be seen together?” “Yes, but it cannot look like we met on purpose or are discussing anything of importance. I was hoping to find some quiet moment, but there are so many people here. He has not been alone since he came to the capital. Halil Vizier has seen to it.” “Your party attendance is more complicated than I thought, then.” Radu gritted his teeth. “Much.” “Well, you are very fortunate you married so well.” Nazira put a hand on his arm and steered him onto the walkway. “Tell me about him.” “His name is Suleiman, and he is the newly promoted admiral of the navy.” Nazira laughed. “This will be easy.” She danced effortlessly from group to group with a coy smile and a word of greeting for all. Radu was on the fringes of these parties lately, a contrast to when he had been a shining focal point. But with Nazira on his arm, more people were willing to stop for a moment of conversation. He craned his neck for a view of Suleiman. Nazira pinched his arm, hard. “Patience,” she whispered. After several more stops to chat with the uncle of her deceased father’s best friend, the cousin of Kumal’s deceased wife, and any number of other people Nazira treated with delight and deference regardless of their place in the Ottoman social hierarchy, they plowed directly into Suleiman. Somehow Nazira had managed to turn and walk so that Radu knocked the man over. “Oh!” Nazira squeaked, putting her hands over her veiled mouth. “I am so sorry!” Radu held out a hand to help the man up. They had never met before, but Suleiman’s eyes lingered on the boat-shaped gold pin on Radu’s cloak. “Please forgive me.” “Of course.” Suleiman bowed. “I am Suleiman Baltoghlu.” Radu bowed as well. “Radu.” “Radu . . . ?” Suleiman paused expectantly. “Simply Radu.” Radu’s smile was tight. Lada had left him behind under the mantle of the Draculesti family. But Radu had rejected his father’s name. He would not take it up again, ever. “This is my wife, Nazira.” Suleiman took her hand, bowing even deeper. “They make wives prettier in Edirne than they do in Bursa.” Nazira beamed. “That is because the wind blows too hard in harbor cities. The poor women there have to expend all their energy merely staying upright. There is no time left for being pretty.” Suleiman laughed, a loud burst of sound that drew attention. But the attention was focused on him and Nazira, not on him and Radu. “Tell me, what do you do in Bursa?” she asked. “I am an admiral.” “Boats! Oh, I adore boats. Look, did you see?” Nazira pointed to the collection of delicate boats bobbing in the river. They were carved in fanciful shapes. One had a prow like the head of a frog, and its oars had webbed feet carved into their ends. Another looked like a war galley, tiny decorative oars sticking out both its sides. “Radu is afraid if we take a boat out, he will not make it back to shore. But surely if we had an admiral with us . . .” Nazira looked up at Suleiman through her thick eyelashes. “I am at your service.” Suleiman followed them to the dock, helping Nazira into a boat carved like a heron. A head on a slender neck pointed their way forward, and silk wings extended on either side. The tail was a canopy arching overhead to protect passengers from the sun, though it was not quite warm enough to be necessary. “This is lovely!” Nazira sighed happily, leaning over to trail one hand in the water. Radu was not quite so pleased--he hated boats--but he shared a secret smile with Nazira. She had done his job for him. Suleiman took the oars. Radu sat gingerly in the back of the small boat. “I am going to chatter very brightly, waving my hands a lot,” Nazira said as they pulled away from the shore, and away from any prying ears. “In fact, I am going to talk the whole time, and you two will be unable to get a word in edgewise.” She continued her one-sided conversation--a silent one. Her head bobbed up and down, she laughed, and her hands punctuated imaginary sentences. Any onlookers would see her entertaining Suleiman while Radu tried his best to keep his stomach. “How soon can you build the new galleys?” Radu muttered, clutching the sides of the boat. Suleiman shrugged like he was trying to loosen up his shoulders for rowing. “We can build ships as fast as he can fund them.” “No one can know how many ships we really have.” “We will build a few galleys in Bursa for show, so it looks like I am doing something. The rest will be built in secret, in a private shipyard along the Dardanelles. But I still need men. We can have all the ships in the world, but without trained sailors, they will be as much use as the boat we are in now.” “How can we train that many men in secret?” Someone would notice if they conscripted men for a navy. A few new boats could be attributed to a foolish whim of an immature sultan. An armada, complete with the men to sail it, was another thing entirely. “Give me the funds to hire Greek sailors, and I will give him the finest navy in the world,” Suleiman said. “It will be done.” Radu leaned over the side, barely avoiding heaving. Suleiman laughed at some new pantomime of Nazira’s. “Whatever you do, keep this one around. She is truly a treasure.” This time Nazira’s laugh was real. “I am.” Radu did not have to feign relief when Suleiman finished their loop around the island and pulled them back to the dock. He stumbled onto it, grateful for the solid wood beneath his feet. “Your husband has a weak stomach,” Suleiman said as he helped Nazira out of the boat. “Yes. It is a good thing he is so handsome.” Nazira patted Radu’s cheek, then waved prettily at Suleiman. “Our navy is in most capable hands!” Suleiman laughed wryly. “My little bird boats will be the terror of the seas!” He bowed theatrically, then strode away. “Thank you,” Radu said, letting Nazira take him back through the party, then into a secluded corner. They sat on a bench with their backs to the bathhouse wall. “That was brilliant.”

Editorial Reviews

Praise for NOW I RISE: ★ "Gorgeous, rich, and rewarding."--Booklist, starred review★ "Absolutely devastating in the best way."--Kirkus, starred review"Lush and ominous."--SLJ“A+, 5 knives.”—Amie Kaufman, New York Times bestselling co-author of the STARBOUND and ILLUMINAE FILES trilogies “Fierce, epic, and crazy fun.”—Melissa Albert, author of THE HAZEL WOOD“Kiersten White is a genius.”—Justine Larbalestier, author of MY SISTER ROSA and LIARPraise for AND I DARKEN:   “A dark jewel of a story, one that gleams with fierce, cunning characters—absolutely riveting.” —Alexandra Bracken, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Passenger   “Kiersten White at her absolute best. The epic story will thrill you, the Transylvanian setting will transport you, and the characters (especially the fierce, take-no-prisoners Lada) will capture your heart. Don’t miss it.” —Cynthia Hand, New York Times bestselling author of the Unearthly series    “Sweeping and epic, AND I DARKEN is a gender-bent take on history that gives us a fierce and brutal heroine, a fascinating time period, and a beautifully intelligent look at love, family, and power. I loved every twisty, bloody moment of it!” —Rachel Hawkins, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author  “As richly complex and glittering as the Ottoman Empire itself, AND I DARKEN is daring in its scope and brilliantly executed. The fiercely dark Lada is a razor-edged sword tempered in the blood of family betrayals and the fire of her own passions. I was instantly and utterly smitten. She haunted me long after I turned the final page and left me craving more.” —Robin LaFevers, New York Times bestselling author of the His Fair Assassin series “A jewel of a book—a jewel embedded in the hilt of a blood-soaked sword. A brilliantly envisioned alternate history that is meticulously detailed but compulsively readable, this is a story I could not put down. I demand the sequel like Lada demands Wallachia!” —Beth Revis, New York Times bestselling author of the Across the Universe series “An intense, risky, passionate novel that dragged me through love and danger with the force of its heroine’s heart and the power of its hero’s faith.” —Tessa Gratton, author of the Gods of New Asgard series   “Girls with teeth and priorities. I want to read this book forever.” —E. K. Johnston, author of A Thousand Nights ★ “Full of sword fights, assassination plots, and palace intrigues, this novel is ambitious in scope and concept and reveals a fascinating, important, and somewhat obscure slice of history . . . the novel is breathtakingly good.” —School Library Journal, Starred review ★ “White deftly weaves historical fact into this complex concoction of love, war, politics, homosexuality, religion, loyalty, and friendship.” —Booklist, Starred review    An Amazon Best of the Month Selection   “A dark, gritty, and seriously badass epic that will have you dying for more . . . required reading for every feminist fantasy fan.” —BuzzFeed   “Evocative . . . this book takes no prisoners.” —NPR   “An addictively readable book with a depth and richness that justifies every one of its 496 pages.” —The Salt Lake Tribune   “A dark, vicious book with beautiful storytelling, well-developed characters, and a fast-paced, intricate plot.” —Paws and Paperbacks   “Fantastic.” —One Page at a Time   “Dark, mesmerizing, and addictive.” —A Cupcake and a Latte   “Fascinating.” —Cracking the Cover   “A feast for the senses.” —Book Swoon   “The twists become gut wrenching . . . I can’t wait to see what else White has in store for us!” —Under the Covers “And I Darken was incredible . . . amazing alternate history because it felt SO real . . . it’s all so complicated in the best way, sometimes loving and sometimes toxic.” —Gone With the Words “Vicious and unforgiving and ruthless and oh so enthralling. Also, the FEELS.” —Star-Crossed Book Blog “A jewel. . . . I personally love this book to the core.” —When Curiosity Killed the Cat “White does everything right. . . . Fast-paced, exquisitely detailed enough to bring this familiar era to life, and with the added benefit of revisiting one of history’s most infamous warrior-rulers, there is nothing not to love in And I Darken. Waiting to see how the rest of Lada’s story unfolds is going to be excruciating.” —That’s What She Read “A dark, twisted, savagely beautiful story almost gothic in its imagery and fearless in its storytelling. It is an immersive experience; one I fully intend to revisit often. It’s witty, at turns touching, more than occasionally funny, and unapologetically violent. . . the beginning of a journey of self-discovery, romance, angst, loyalty, betrayal, sacrifice, and war.” —Shelf Envy