Stormcaster by Cinda Williams Chima (Shattered Realms) Paperback – February 5, 2019
English | 2019 | Young Adult, Fantasy | ePUB | 4.3 Mb
Stormcaster : The empress in the east—the unspeakably cruel ruler whose power grew in Flamecaster and Shadowcaster—tightens her grip in this chilling third installment in the series.
Vagabond seafarer Evan Strangward can move the ocean and the wind, but his magical abilities seem paltry in comparison to Empress Celestine’s. As Celestine’s bloodsworn armies grow, Evan travels to the Fells to warn the queendom of her imminent invasion. If he can’t convince the Gray Wolf queen to take a stand, he knows that the Seven Realms will fall. Among the dead will be the one person Evan can’t stand to lose.
Meanwhile, the queen’s formidable daughter, Princess Alyssa ana’Raisa, is already a prisoner aboard the empress’s ship. Lyss may be the last remaining hope of bringing down the empress from within her own tightly controlled territory. Multiple intricately interwoven storylines converge in this gripping novel about a brave, coordinated effort to undermine a horrific tyrant.
“They’ve kept their distance so far,” Evan said, rolling his eyes. “Besides, we’re almost home.” He nodded shoreward, where the high cliffs of Tarvos smudged the horizon.
Brody was two years older than Evan and more than a foot taller, with broad shoulders, muscled arms, and a growing collection of tattoos. Evan envied Brody’s shoulders, his muscles, and his burnished skin, the color of coppers that had passed through many hands. Evan felt pale as mare’s milk by comparison.
Maybe it wasn’t exactly envy. More and more, Brody stirred feelings in Evan that were hard to ignore on a small ship during long days at sea. Captain Strangward frowned on shipboard romances because they stirred up trouble. That was not to say that they didn’t happen—but if the captain got wise to it, the least valuable party would be put ashore. No doubt that would be Evan, the skinny-shanked harbor front foundling.
Which would be a waste, since Brody had made it clear that Evan’s feelings were not reciprocated. Reciprocated. Evan had come across that word in a book, and now worked it into every conversation. That and proclivities.
“Ev!” Brody said, poking him. “You ain’t paid to daydream. Captain thinks it’s the Siren, by the way she’s rigged. Either that or the wetland navy’s got itself a better shipbuilder.”