Published by Disney-Hyperion on 2016-04-12
Genres: Action & Adventure, Fantasy & Magic, Middle-Grade
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Thorn, an outlaw's son, wasn't supposed to be a slave. He's been sold to Tyburn, an executioner, and they're headed to Castle Gloom in Gehenna, the land of undead, where Thorn will probably be fed to a vampire.
Lilith Shadow wasn't supposed to be ruler of Gehenna. But following the murder of her family, young Lily became the last surviving member of House Shadow, a long line of dark sorcerers. Her country is surrounded by enemies and the only way she can save it is by embracing her heritage and practicing the magic of the undead. But how can she when, as a girl, magic is forbidden to her?
Just when it looks like Lily will have to leave her home forever, Thorn arrives at Castle Gloom. A sudden death brings them together, inspires them to break the rules, and leads them to soar to new heights in this fantasy with all the sparkle and luster of a starry night sky
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“I’m good at lots of things,” said Thorn. Then he muttered to himself, “Just bad things.”
Yeah, like spilling blood.
Merrick shook his head. “If you’re not careful, Lukas will sell you to the mines. And you don’t want to end up there, believe me.”
“I ain’t going down no mine, and I ain’t going to be no slave. Dad said it’s better to be hungry and free than a fat slave.”
“Fathers, like most men, say stupid things.”
“Don’t you say that!” snapped Thorn. “You don’t know nothing about my dad!”
His dad was worth a hundred Merricks! All the minstrel could do was play the lute, sing badly, and tell stupid stories. Thorn’s dad could do anything. He’d taught Thorn how to—
No. Don’t think about that. That’s what got you here in the first place.
Merrick raised his hands in surrender. “I apologize, my young, irascible friend. I’m sure your father is a paragon of wisdom.”
Typical Merrick. An insult hidden in a compliment. His tongue was more twisted than a viper’s.
Other buyers walked along the line. One or two stopped to look at Thorn, but he glared back at them and they moved swiftly on. It looked like nobody wanted surly boys.
But one man wasn’t scared off.
A swordsman. Thorn recognized the sort; he’d met enough on the road. And he knew to keep well away from them.
The swordsman sat easy on his saddle, elbows resting on the pommel while his horse, a huge black stallion, pulled at weeds growing beside a trough.
He wasn’t rich, judging by the plain tunic, muddy cloak, and his worn boots. The sword didn’t look like anything special, but it did look well used.
And he had dark, dead eyes. Eyes that had seen too much.
The swordsman flicked his reins. The horse tugged the last of the weeds free, and rider and horse sank back into the crowd.
“What about you, Merrick? Ain’t you scared of ending up down a mine?”
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