Sisters of Sword and Song by Rebecca Ross [US]
English | 2020 |Young Adult, Fantasy| ePUB | 6.0 MB
Rebecca Ross grew up in Georgia, where she continues to reside with her husband, lively dog and endless piles of books. She received her bachelor’s degree in English from UGA and enjoys rainy days, endless cups of coffee and DIY projects.
Rebecca Ross, acclaimed author of The Queen’s Rising duology, delivers a thrilling new fantasy about the lengths two sisters will go for each other. Perfect for fans of Ember in the Ashes, Sky In the Deep, and Court of Fives.
After eight years, Evadne will finally be reunited with her older sister, Halcyon, who has been serving in the queen’s army. But when Halcyon unexpectedly appears a day early, Eva knows something is wrong. Halcyon has charged with a heinous crime, and though her life is spared, she is sentenced to 15 years.
Suspicious of the charges, brought forth by Halcyon’s army commander, as well as the details of the crime, Eva volunteers to take part of her sister’s sentence. If there’s a way to absolve Halcyon, she’ll find it. But as the sisters begin their sentences, they quickly learn that there are fates worse than death.
“But enough about the grove,” Evadne eventually said, her focus drifting to the formidable gleam of Halcyon’s armor. “I want to hear about the legion.”
Halcyon looked down at her hands. Evadne realized there was something dark beneath her sister’s nails. At first, she had believed it to be dirt, but it was something else. Like old blood.
“The legion,” Halcyon said, and she sounded exhausted. “Where do I even begin?”
Begin at the beginning, Evadne wanted to beg her. Begin at the day you arrived at Abacus.
A knock sounded on the door, and the moment broke. Halcyon soundlessly shot to her feet; her entire body went rigid, her hand moving to the bone hilt of her kopis, a small scythe, sheathed in leather at her side.
Evadne gaped up at her sister, startled by her defensive reaction. It was as if Halcyon expected an enemy to lurk on the other side of the door, and not their father, who gently called, “Pupa? Pupa, are you still awake?”
A beat of silence. Halcyon stared at the door, eyes wide, and Evadne stared at Halcyon, heart skipping in alarm. Something was off about her sister.
Another knock. “Eva?”
Halcyon pivoted, casting her desperation on Evadne. “Please, Eva. Please, do not tell him I am here.”
But why? Evadne almost demanded until she saw worry mar her sister’s brow, and she feared Halcyon would flee, back out the window.
Evadne stood and motioned for Halcyon to stand against the same wall as the door, so if their father peered into the room, he would not see her.
Halcyon obeyed, and Evadne cracked open the door to find her father waiting with a sleepy smile.
“Ah, good. I thought I had woken you.”
“No, Father. Do you need something?” Evadne stood firmly on the threshold, like a barrier, to keep him from catching a glimpse of Halcyon.
“I was thinking about tomorrow night. About Halcyon’s return,” Gregor said around a yawn.
“What should we sing for her? Your mother suggested the Song of Eternal Night, because that was once Halcyon’s favorite. But perhaps we should sing something different? Should we sing a war song? Would she prefer that now, do you think?”
Evadne swallowed. From the corner of her eye, she could see Halcyon hiding against the wall, her armor reflecting the firelight, her hair still dripping rain, her chest rising and falling as she fought to breathe quietly.