Trickster's Choice (Daughter of the Lioness, Book 1)

Trickster's Choice (Daughter of the Lioness, Book 1)

Tamora Pierce

Language: English

Pages: 448

ISBN: 0375828796

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Tamora Pierce brings readers another Tortall adventure! Alianne is the teenage daughter of the famed Alanna, the first lady knight in Tortall. Young Aly follows in the quieter footsteps of her father, however, delighting in the art of spying. When she is captured and sold as a slave to an exiled royal family in the faraway Copper Islands, it is this skill that makes a difference in a world filled with political intrigue, murderous conspiracy, and warring gods. This is the first of two books featuring Alianne.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Beaten all over—and so she had been, she remembered, by slaves fighting for supper. Her eyes were watering. She swiped at them with her hand and winced as she touched the sensitive bruising that ringed them, the legacy of her broken nose. Had she really heard a god in her dream? Why would any god show her visions of home? She hadn’t understood that comment about “letters,” or the one about her absence. She wished she had tried to tell her parents that she was fine and would be home as soon as.

World, and the speaker was of interest to that god, all that person needed was to speak the god’s name. “Kyprioth, I need to talk to you,” she said quietly. “We are overdue for a private conversation.” “I’m touched,” the familiar crisp voice remarked. Aly turned. For the first time she saw the god standing on his own, not covered with someone else’s form. She had seen the outlines of this shape in the matcher’s body, so she guessed it was one he liked. He was only two inches taller than Aly,.

Themselves was in code. She folded the papers as she’d found them, and retied them in the same way. Next she tested the depth of the chest against its height on the floor to check for hidden compartments. There was none. She searched the room as she had the trunk, checking each possible hiding place on the bed before leaving it as she had found it, unwrinkled and straight. Quickly she moved on to the sergeant’s shaving gear, chair, and table. She rapped the legs of the furniture to see if any.

Now? They might insist on getting rid of Veron, and that wouldn’t be practical. Aly knew from her upbringing that the spy you know is present is always preferable to the unidentified spy. Veron could be watched. He might lead her to other royal spies within the Balitang household, or even help her to locate spies sent by enemies other than the Crown. It was the kind of thinking that always gave her mother headaches, a way of looking at several different possibilities for each situation. To Aly.

Eat lunch with Aly. More often they visited for a short time before they returned to the castle and the duties Winnamine had set for them. With only a fifth of the servants who’d worked at the Rajmuat house, every member of the family was now required to help with chores. Mequen met with villagers, supervised repairs to the walls, and oversaw the building of new sheds and sleeping quarters within the castle walls. Sarai and Winnamine plied their needles, not on ladylike embroidery and tapestry.

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