Tempests And Slaughter (the Numair Chronicles, Book One) by Tamora PierceTempests And Slaughter (the Numair Chronicles, Book One) by Tamora Pierce

Tempests And Slaughter (the Numair Chronicles, Book One)

byTamora Pierce

Hardcover | February 6, 2018

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#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER! This NEW must-read fantasy from an author who is legend herself--TAMORA PIERCE--is one Bustle calls "the perfect book for die-hard Pierce fans and newcomers alike."

"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."
--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

Discover the origin story of one of the realm's most powerful mages in the first book in the Numair Chronicles.

Arram Draper is on the path to becoming one of the realm's most powerful mages. The youngest student in his class at the Imperial University of Carthak, he has a Gift with unlimited potential for greatness--and for attracting trouble. At his side are his two best friends: Varice, a clever girl with an often-overlooked talent, and Ozorne, the "leftover prince" with secret ambitions. Together, these three friends forge a bond that will one day shape kingdoms. And as Ozorne gets closer to the throne and Varice gets closer to Arram's heart, Arram realizes that one day--soon--he will have to decide where his loyalties truly lie.

In the Numair Chronicles, readers will be rewarded with the never-before-told story of how Numair Salmalín came to Tortall. Newcomers will discover an unforgettable fantasy adventure where a kingdom's future rests on the shoulders of a talented young man with a knack for making vicious enemies.

"I take more comfort from and as great a pleasure in Tamora Pierce's Tortall novels as I do from Game of Thrones."
--The Washington Post
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...
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Title:Tempests And Slaughter (the Numair Chronicles, Book One)Format:HardcoverDimensions:480 pages, 9.44 × 6.38 × 1.66 inPublished:February 6, 2018Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0375847111

ISBN - 13:9780375847110

Reviews

Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic!!!!!! We have been waiting a LONG time for a new Tamora Pierce book and this was well worth the wait. It is AMAZING...i finished it in less than a day, i simply couldn't put it down.
Date published: 2018-03-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A good read A great sequel to the other books as the adventurous journey continues.
Date published: 2018-02-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from For Tamora Pierce Fans! I have been waiting for Tamora Pierce to write another book for a very long time. I grew up inspired by the tales of Alannah and Aly, reading them alongside my little sister. The cover art is beautiful and will help to attract reader attention. Tempests and Slaughter is a slow build that brings readers through the day to day life of a student mage. They journey alongside the main character Arram as he makes friends, learns and advances in his studies. If you want a fast paced thriller, this tale is not for you. However, if you love fantasy and magical institutions, you will not be disappointed. Note: she wrote the male POV perfectly and naturally. * The main character is troubled by the existence of slavery and the gladiator fights that occur in his city. Gay marriage is openly accepted and one of the top most respected male Mage's has a husband. Lots of diversity is present (race, gender, sexuality, ethnicity, class).
Date published: 2017-11-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I can't wait!!! Tamora Pierce books were one of the first I ever read, and Alanna is still one of my favourite books of all time. I'm looking forward to whatever Tamora has planned for Numair in her new book
Date published: 2017-09-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from so excited So excited for this book!! #plumreview
Date published: 2017-07-30

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Chapter 1  August 30–September 1, 435  The Imperial Coliseum, Thak City, The Carthaki Empire  Arram Draper hung on the rail of the great arena, hoisting himself until his belly was bent over the polished stone. It was the only way he could get between the two bulky men who blocked his view. He knew it was risky, but he couldn’t waste his first chance to see the gladiators when they marched into the huge stadium. His father and grandfather were back at their seats, arguing about new business ventures. They weren’t paying attention, waving him off when he asked to visit the privies and never realizing he’d squirmed his way down to the rail instead. Apart from them, he was alone. There were no friends from school for company. They all said he was too young. He was eleven--well, ten, in truth, but he told them he was eleven. Even that didn’t earn him friends among his older schoolfellows. Still, he wasn’t a baby! If he didn’t see the games with his family today, he might never get the chance, and he’d learned only last night he might not see Papa again for two years, even three. Carthak was a costly voyage for Yusaf Draper, and his new venture would take him away for a long time. But in the morning, Arram would be able to tell the older students that he had watched the games right from the arena wall! Already he’d heard the trumpets and drums announcing the arrival of the emperor and his heirs. He couldn’t see their faces, but surely all the sparkling gold, silver, and gems meant the wearers were part of the imperial family. He could see the Grand Crier, who stood on a platform halfway between him and the royals. More important, he could plainly hear the man’s booming voice as he announced the emperor’s many titles and those of his heirs. “Lookit!” The bruiser on Arram’s left bumped him as he pointed north, to the emperor’s dais. Arram wobbled and might have pitched headfirst onto the sands twenty feet below if the man on his other side hadn’t caught him by the belt and hauled him inside the rail. Without appearing to notice Arram’s near fall, the man on the left went on to say, “There’s the widow, and her son! She never comes to games!” “Who’s the widow?” Arram asked. “Who’s the son?” The big men grinned at each other over his head. “For all you’re a brown boy, you don’t know your imperials,” said the one who had bumped him. “The widow is Princess Mahira, that was married to Prince Apodan.” “He was killed fightin’ rebels two year back,” the other man said. “An’ the boy is Prince Ozorne.” Now Arram remembered. Ozorne was a year or two ahead of him in the Lower Academy. From the podium, the crier bellowed that the emperor would bless the games. Everyone thundered to their feet and then hushed. His voice amplified, most likely by a mage, the emperor prayed to the gods for an excellent round of games. When he finished, everyone sat. For a very long moment the arena was still. Then the boy felt a slow, regular thudding rise through the stone and up his legs. His body shuddered against the railing. Nearby, in the wall that took up a third of the southern end of the arena, huge barred gates swung inward. Here came drummers and trumpeters, clad only in gold-trimmed scarlet loincloths. Their oiled bodies gleamed as brightly as the polished metal of their instruments. The brawny men represented every race of the empire in the colors of their skin and hair and the tattoos on their faces and bodies. One thing they had in common: iron slave rings around their throats. Arram rubbed his own throat uneasily. His original home, Tyra, was not a slave country. Three years in Carthak had not made him comfortable with the practice, not when there were no slaves at his school. He saw them only when he was outside, and the sight of them made him edgy. The leader of the musicians raised his staff. The trumpeters let loose a blare that made Arram jump, almost tipping him over the rail. The men caught him again. “You’re best off at your seat,” the friendly one advised. “Ain’t your mamma callin’ yeh?” “I’m eleven,” Arram lied. “I don’t need a mother--I’m a student at the School for Mages!” The men’s laughter was drowned out by a thunder of drumrolls. Arram gave the sands what he called his special, magical squint. Now he saw waves of spells all over the arena floor. They sent ripples through the air, carrying the arena’s noise even to the people in the seats high above. “Why do they allow spells on the arena sand?” he shouted at the friendlier of the two men. As far as he knew, magic was forbidden here. Perhaps they allowed only their own magic, just as they allowed the emperor’s magic. “What spells?” the man bellowed. He reached over Arram’s head and tapped his friend as the musicians marched past. “The lad thinks there’s magic on the sands!” The other roughneck looked down his flattened nose at Arram. A couple of scars on his face told the boy he may have come by that nose in fighting. “What’re you, upstart?” he growled. “Some kind of mage?” “Of course I am!” Arram retorted. “Didn’t you hear me say I’m in the School for Mages?” “He’s simple,” the friendlier man said. “Leave ’im be. Who’re you bettin’ on?” The other man seized Arram by the collar and lifted him into the air. “If you’re a mage, spell me, then,” he growled. “Turn me into somethin’, before I break yer skinny neck for botherin’ us.” “Don’t be stupid!” Arram cried. His mind, as always, had fixed on the question of magic. “Only a great mage can turn a person into something else! Even--” His foe choked off Arram’s next comment--that he might never be a great mage--by turning his fist to cut off the boy’s voice entirely. “Stupid, am I?” he shouted, his eyes bulging. “You moneyed little piece of tripe--” Arram might have corrected him concerning the state of his pocketbook, but he couldn’t breathe and had finally remembered a teacher’s advice: “You don’t make friends when you tell someone you think he is stupid.” He was seeing light bursts against a darkening world. He called up the first bit of magic he’d ever created, after a walk on a silk carpet brought flame to his fingers. He drew that magic from the sands and seized the fist on his collar. The tough yelped and released Arram instantly. “You! What did you do to me?” Arram couldn’t answer. He hit the rail and went over backward, arms flailing.

Editorial Reviews

“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