37d6e8c88a The dessert was a game, the conversation a game. The elderly man studied the uncrumpled and flattened invitation, his pale green eyes gleaming. When shall it be? You've been quiet on the subject.""I thought Prince Verex should decide." If the choice were left to the prince, the wedding date would be never."Why don't we decide?""Without him?""My dear girl, if the prince's slippery mind cannot remember something so simple as the day and time of a dinner with his father and lady, how can we expect him to plan any part of the most important state event in decades?"Kestrel said nothing."You're not eating," he said.She sank the clear fork into the cream and lifted it to her mouth. It fit well with Arin's surroundings, with the liquid-like varnish of his father's desk and the leaded glass windows that shot winter light into the study.The light made the emperor's words all too easy to read.Arin crushed the paper into his fist and squeezed hard. It had been hard to think that day when Kestrel had handed him the emperor's offer and demands.
It left me breathless and craving more–I don't know how I will be able to wait for the final book. If caught, she'll be exposed as a traitor to her country. I wasnt a fan of some of the decisions Ari and Kestrel made, but all in all a solid read. Clothes with pockets went to house slaves only. Read More Meet the Author Marie Rutkoski is the author of The Winner's Curse, The Shadow Society, and the Kronos Chronicles, which includes The Cabinet of Wonders. But to Kestrel it means living in a cage of her own making. His gray hair was cropped in the same military style as her father's, his eyes dark and keen.
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