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When the Winter Queen conquered it, she remade the land in her image, turning Sirapirat into a country of snow and unending frost. But an empire is not her only goal. In secret, she seeks the fragments of a mirror whose power will grant her deepest desire. At her right hand is General Lussadh, who bears a mirror shard in her heart, as loyal to winter as she is plagued by her past as a traitor to her country. Tasked with locating other glass-bearers, she finds one in Nuawa, an insurgent who's forged herself into a weapon that will strike down the queen.
To earn her place in the queen's army, Nuawa must enter a deadly tournament where the losers' souls are given in service to winter. To free Sirapirat, she is prepared to make sacrifices: If the splinter of glass in Nuawa's heart doesn't destroy her first.
Winterglass by Benjanun Sriduangkaew. Gee Dictator May 8, at 3: Martin and Michael J. Sullivan, set in the world of the Eisner Award-nominated Artesia comic books.
To find the Sword, unearth the Barrow. To unearth the Barrow, follow the Map. Expand text… When a small crew of scoundrels, would-be heroes, deviants, and ruffians discover a map that they believe will lead them to a fabled sword buried in the barrow of a long-dead wizard, they think they've struck it rich. But their hopes are dashed when the map turns out to be cursed and then is destroyed in a magical ritual.
The loss of the map leaves them dreaming of what might have been, until they rediscover the map in a most unusual and unexpected place. Stjepan Black-Heart, suspected murderer and renegade royal cartographer; Erim, a young woman masquerading as a man; Gilgwyr, brothel owner extraordinaire; Leigh, an exiled magus under an ignominious cloud; Godewyn Red-Hand, mercenary and troublemaker; Arduin Orwain, scion of a noble family brought low by scandal; and Arduin's sister Annwyn, the beautiful cause of that scandal: The Barrow by Mark Smylie 1.
Inelegant Musings pinned post 8 May at 4: Rose Knightingale May 7, at 8: Witchling Academy: Now if only I could use it properly without randomly teleporting, falling, and inevitably crashing into important people!
Expand text… As the youngest member of the renowned Harlow family, I, Brianne Marie Harlow, have some big shoes to fill. I hope. Getting accepted into Witchling Academy isn't the problem, given my gift. But surviving in a school filled with witches and warlocks? That is a whole other dilemma. My game plan? Focus on learning, do my homework, and speak to no one — except for my best friend, Elijah, who I secretly have a crush on.
What could go wrong? Turns out, everything. On the first day of classes, I managed to piss off the leader of the Notorious Four, a group of hot boys with their eyes all on me. Now I only have two goals. One, survive long enough to graduate and make my family proud. With craziness and danger coming at me left and right, it's up to me and Elijah — with the help of N4 — to find a way to make it out alive.
Goal number two? Manage not to fall in love with all five boys in the process. Brielle Winters May 7, at 5: Middlegame by Seanan McGuire genre: Skilled with words, languages come easily to him.
He instinctively understands how the world works through the power of story. Expand text… Meet Dodger, his twin. Numbers are her world, her obsession, her everything. All she understands, she does so through the power of math. Not entirely. Not yet. Meet Reed, skilled in the alchemical arts like his progenitor before him. Reed created Dodger and her brother. Not quite. But he has a plan: Godhood is attainable.
Middlegame by Seanan McGuire. And a coyote shapeshifter.
And the mate of the Alpha of the Columbia Basin werewolf pack. Even so, none of that would have gotten me into trouble if, a few months ago, I hadn't stood upon a bridge and taken responsibility for the safety of the citizens who lived in our territory. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. It should have only involved hunting down killer goblins, zombie goats, and an occasional troll. Instead, our home was viewed as neutral ground, a place where humans would feel safe to come and treat with the fae.
The reality is that nothing and no one is safe. As generals and politicians face off with the Gray Lords of the fae, a storm is coming and her name is Death. But we are pack, and we have given our word. We will die to keep it. Red Queen books 1 - 4. Broken Throne Red Queen 4. Supernatural Academy: Expand text… Firstly … supernaturals exist.
Secondly … she is one, even though no one seems to know exactly what kind.
Double WTF. Well, things just got a little more interesting. The Supernatural Academy is where shifters, vampires, magic users, and fey are educated. Where they are taught about their abilities, and how to function in the human world. Maddison already has the human part down, but this supernatural thing is an entirely new dangerous game. Example one: Example two: Asher Lock, a god at the Academy.
Not literally … well, who knows for sure. He certainly acts the part, as do all of his minions who worship him. Asher drives her crazy, because apparently snarly, gorgeous, and arrogant is her thing, and despite their mutual dislike, sparks fly between them.
Until the moment the truth is revealed, and they find out nothing in this supernatural world is what they thought.
Nicky Blackthorn May 7, at 4: Brielle Winters May 6, at 4: Inelegant Musings pinned post 7 May at Aline Wonka May 7, at 8: With the help of a mysterious sailor, Tella whisks Scarlett away to the show. Scarlett has been told that everything that happens during Caraval is only an elaborate performance.
Nevertheless she becomes enmeshed in a game of love, heartbreak, and magic. And whether Caraval is real or not, Scarlett must find Tella before the five nights of the game are over or a dangerous domino effect of consequences will be set off, and her beloved sister will disappear forever. Welcome, welcome to Caraval…beware of getting swept too far away.
Legendary A heart to protect. A debt to repay. A game to win. After being swept up in the magical world of Caraval, Donatella Dragna has finally escaped her father and saved her sister, Scarlett, from a disastrous arranged marriage. She made a desperate bargain with a mysterious criminal, and what Tella owes him no one has ever been able to deliver: Caraval has always demanded bravery, cunning, and sacrifice, but now the game is asking for more.
But if she wins, Legend and Caraval will be destroyed forever Welcome, welcome to Caraval. Finale Welcome, welcome to Caraval Now, Legend is preparing for his official coronation and Tella is determined to stop it. She believes her own mother, who still remains in an enchanted sleep, is the rightful heir to the throne. Meanwhile, Scarlett has started a game of her own. Finaly, Scarlett feels as if she is in complete control over her life and future.
There are no spectators this time: Caraval - Stephanie Garber. Legendary - Stephanie Garber.
Finale - Stephanie Garber. Inelegant Musings pinned post 7 May at 6: Gee Dictator May 4, at 6: Without warning, each one of them will wake in a terrifying land, alone and hunted, with a one-in-ten chance of returning alive. No one believes Nessa can make it, but she's determined to prove them all wrong. And she will need every ounce of spirit and courage in order to survive The Call by Peadar O'Guilin.
The Invasion by Peadar O'Guilin. Aline Wonka May 7, at 4: They were in pursuit of their eternal enemy, the Kadoshim demon-horde. On that day a great battle was fought, the Ben-Elim and Kadoshim joined by allies from the races of both men and giants, and a great victory was won.
Expand text… Now much of the Banished Lands is ruled by the Ben-Elim, who have made this world their home, extending their influence and power as they swallow ancient kingdoms into the protective grasp of their ever-extending borders. But peace is fragile within the realm and the Kadoshim that remain are now amassing on the edges of the empire Threats long in the shadows are about to strike.
A Time of Blood Defy the darkness. Defend the light. Concealed in Forn Forest, Riv struggles to understand her half-breed heritage. This could decimate the fractured Ben-Elim. And their allies in the Order may be too overwhelmed to send aid — with Fritha and her monstrous beasts closing in.
But can the light triumph when the dark is rising? A Time of Dread by John Gwynne. A Time of Blood by John Gwynne. Numina Trilogy by Charlie N.
At the command of her master, she can be transformed against her will into his weapon—a raging monster summoned to do his bidding. Unlike other vessels, Sandis can host extremely powerful spirits, but hosting such creatures can be fatal. To stay alive, she must run.
And in a city fueled by smoke and corruption, she finds a surprising ally. Now, to outwit her pursuers, Sandis must put all her trust in Rone and his immortal device. Sandis knows she must be the one to stop him, but with her own trusted numen now bound to another, and finding herself with no one she can trust, she is in desperate need of allies.
Rone seems determined to help her, but Sandis has no intention of letting him get close to her again. Or how much more he is willing to give up to keep her safe. As chaos mounts, Sandis must determine whom to trust. After all, the lines between enemy and ally have never been less clear…and corruption lurks in the most unlikely of places.
Smoke and Summons by Charlie N.
Myths and Mortals by Charlie N. Inelegant Musings pinned post 6 May at 9: Please stop trying to friend me if you have nothing on your page or your page is restricted. It was a dark Sunday morning; there were few people in the streets; and I remember the pleasure of that first walk on English ground, with my companion, an American artist, from the Tower up through Cheapside and the Strand, to a house in Russell Square, whither we had been recommended to good chambers.
For the first time for many months we were forced to check the saucy habit of travellers' criticism, as we could no longer speak aloud in the streets without being understood. The shop-signs spoke our language; our country names were on the door-plates; and the public and private buildings wore a more native and wonted front.
If Goethe had been still living, I might have wandered into Germany also. Besides those I have named, for Scott was dead, there was not in Britain the man living whom I cared to behold, unless it were the Duke of Wellington, whom I afterwards saw at Westminster Abbey, at the funeral of Wilberforce.
The young scholar fancies it happiness enough to live with people who can give an inside to the world; without reflecting that they are prisoners, too, of their own thought, and cannot apply themselves to yours.
The conditions of literary success are almost destructive of the best social power, as they do not leave that frolic liberty which only can encounter a companion on the best terms. It is probable you left some obscure comrade at a tavern, or in the farms, with right mother-wit, and equality to life, when you crossed sea and land to play bo-peep with celebrated scribes. I have, however, found writers superior to their books, and I cling to my first belief, that a strong head will dispose fast enough of these impediments, and give one the satisfaction of reality, the sense of having been met, and a larger horizon.
But I have copied the few notes I made of visits to persons, as they respect parties quite too good and too transparent to the whole world to make it needful to affect any prudery of suppression about a few hints of those bright personalities. His face was so handsome, and his person so well formed, that he might be pardoned, if, as was alleged, the face of his Medora, and the figure of a colossal Achilles in clay, were idealizations of his own.
Greenough was a superior man, ardent and eloquent, and all his opinions had elevation and magnanimity. He believed that the Greeks had wrought in schools or fraternities, -- the genius of the master imparting his design to his friends, and inflaming them with it, and when his strength was spent, a new hand, with equal heat, continued the work; and so by relays, until it was finished in every part with equal fire. This was necessary in so refractory a material as stone; and he thought art would never prosper until we left our shy jealous ways, and worked in society as they.
All his thoughts breathed the same generosity. He was an accurate and a deep man. He was a votary of the Greeks, and impatient of Gothic art. His paper on Architecture, published in , announced in advance the leading thoughts of Mr. Ruskin on the morality in architecture, notwithstanding the antagonism in their views of the history of art.
I have a private letter from him, -- later, but respecting the same period, -- in which he roughly sketches his own theory. Landor, who lived at San Domenica di Fiesole.
On the 15th May I dined with Mr. I found him noble and courteous, living in a cloud of pictures at his Villa Gherardesca, a fine house commanding a beautiful landscape. I had inferred from his books, or magnified from some anecdotes, an impression of Achillean wrath, -- an untamable petulance.
I do not know whether the imputation were just or not, but certainly on this May day his courtesy veiled that haughty mind, and he was the most patient and gentle of hosts.
He praised the beautiful cyclamen which grows all about Florence; he admired Washington; talked of Wordsworth, Byron, Massinger, Beaumont and Fletcher. To be sure, he is decided in his opinions, likes to surprise, and is well content to impress, if possible, his English whim upon the immutable past. No great man ever had a great son, if Philip and Alexander be not an exception; and Philip he calls the greater man. In art, he loves the Greeks, and in sculpture, them only.
He prefers the Venus to every thing else, and, after that, the head of Alexander, in the gallery here. He prefers John of Bologna to Michael Angelo; in painting, Raffaelle; and shares the growing taste for Perugino and the early masters.
The Greek histories he thought the only good; and after them, Voltaire's.