Published by Bloomsbury USA Childrens on April 4th 2017
Genres: Middle-Grade, fantasy, Action & Adventure
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In a thrilling fantasy that’s equal parts Prison Break and Frozen, Valor attempts the impossible—breaking her sister out of prison.
When Valor is arrested, she couldn’t be happier. Demidova’s prison for criminal children is exactly where she wants to be. Valor’s sister Sasha is already serving a life sentence for stealing from the royal family and Valor is going to help her escape . . . from the inside.
Never mind that no one has escaped in three hundred years. Valor has a plan and resources most could only dream about. But she didn't count on having to outsmart both the guards and her fellow prisoners. If Valor’s plan is to succeed, she’ll need to make unlikely allies. And if the plan fails, she and Sasha could end up with fates worse than prison.
This fresh and exciting middle-grade debut effortlessly melds an unforgettable protagonist, a breathless plot, and stunning world-building—and is impossible to put down.
I’m so excited to be the next stop on the blog tour for Prisoner of Ice and Snow, hosted by Bloomsbury! If you read middle-grade books or you know someone who does, I highly recommend this one! It’s a non-stop adventure full of loving sister, new friends, mysteries, and tons of action. Valor has made her way into the prison her sister is being held in and now she must find a way to get both of them out. I read this book and could not put it down. And I think if you have a reader who loves fantasy/adventure stories, they’ll love this one too! My review goes up later this week, so keep an eye out for it, but until then, I have an excerpt for you guys and a giveaway! So check it out!
“I have to go.” I don’t wait for him to answer. I whirl the canvas back, fling it into place behind me, and run, as far and as fast as I can, straight through the market. The streets are silent and deserted, everyone obeying the orders of the Guard. Everyone doing their part to help catch the world-be murderer of the beloved royal family.
I run past empty shops and find myself heading for the docks, for the open air and the cold sea. And for a moment, running down the road, I feel like I could keep going, keep running, silent in my boots. All the way to a ship that would leave the realm, taking me to a new world. My legs fly, bringing me closer to the district of warehouses. It’s so quiet I can hear a dog bark miles away. I glance over my shoulder. Behind me, in the distance beyond the city, stretch the impossibly high walls of Tyur’ma. The prison fortress butts right up against the cliff face so the whole place seems hewn straight from the rock. Solid stone walls around the other three sides of the prison hide everything from sight. The only things that could get over them is a bird. But I have seem birds shot out of the sky if they got too close.
Someone slams into me, sending me flying to the ground. My neck jerks to one side and I cry out. A blur of black and gold moves in front of me, but I’m up, light on my feet, dancing away from the sword she’s drawn. Another guard appears behind me. He sheathes his sword and pulls his crossbow straight over his shoulder from his back. He aims right at my head as the first guard pushes forward, the tip of her sword at my heart.
“You…you have to arrest me.” I can feel how thin the layer of skin and bone is between her blade and my beating heart. I never expected this. The queen can be a harsh judge, but she is fair; I thought she would want me alive.
The guard stares at me, and in her yes I see the surprise at how young I am turn to cold determination. She’s not going to arrest me—she’s going to kill me right here in the street. My blood will spread on the snow and my mother and father will never know why. I try to speak again, but all I can do is shake my head.
Then she pulls a horn from her belt with her free hand, n ever taking her gaze off me, and blows a long note. I try not to flinch at the sound. I’m used to the hunting horn, but not when I am the prey. Guards start streaming in all around us. They converge in a group, and I’m surrounded. Right at that moment it starts snowing. Soft, fat flakes alight on the black ushanka the Guards wear.
I raise my face to the slow fall and the shite wintry sky.
The guard with the sword starts speaking. “You are under arrest for the attempted murder of His Royal Highness Anatol of Demidova, crown prince of the Realm and brother of our future queen, Anastasia.”
I almost sag to the ground with relief.
Two of the Guard position themselves on either side of me, two move in front, and the swordsman and the guard with the crossbow cover the rear. They march me through the streets to the palace, the sword resting between my shoulder blades and the tip of the crossbow bolt pressing against the back of my neck.
As we approach the golden gates to the palace gardens, more of the Guard file from the palace itself. It makes me want to shout out that I’m not a killer, not dangerous, not what they think I am. But I can’t let myself do that.
The golden gates open. I step into the royal gardens and take heart. I’m about to get exactly what I want.
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