The Burning Kingdoms by Sally Green (The Smoke Thieves #3)
English | 2020 | Young Adult | ePUB | 7.0 MB
The heart-pounding conclusion to the daring Smoke Thieves trilogy.
In this conclusion to the epic Smoke Thieves trilogy, the world has erupted into all-out war. King Aloysius is mining powerful demon smoke and using it to fuel an unstoppable army of children. March, now banished for treason, has joined up with this boy army. Forbidden from ever seeing Edyon again, and overwhelmed by his own betrayal, March no longer cares if he lives or dies.
Catherine–now queen of Pitoria–must find a way to defeat the boy army, while also grappling with her own troubles: her secret demon smoke addiction, and unresolved tension with her former lover, Ambrose. Catherine seeks military support from Calidor by reaching out to her illegitimate cousin Edyon, who has been proclaimed heir to the Calidorian throne. But Edyon has almost no power as he’s entangled in the unfamiliar machinations and manipulations of the royal court, finding that being the claimed son of a prince may be no easier than being a bastard.
With Catherine, his love, now married off and moving on, and his brother and sister tortured and executed before him, Ambrose doesn’t know what his role in this world is any more. He leads an expedition into the demon world, hoping to destroy the boy army’s stores of demon smoke. In this underground world, he runs into Tash, whom everyone had believed dead. She has survived in this new world using magical abilities that, prior to now, only demons had.
Aloysius will send his demon smoke-powered boy army to kill them all, if he can. But what nobody knows is that there is more to the smoke than meets the eye…
No. Already the Pitorian’s attention had returned to the ground as he and the other soldiers continued their slow progress. Perhaps they thought Harold was one of them, or perhaps they’d had enough fighting. But there was still that niggle in Harold’s mind that perhaps they saw him only as a fourteen-year-old boy—not a soldier, not a threat.
They’d learn. They’d all soon learn.
Harold was surprised how good the Pitorians were in a fight; they’d won this battle easily and with few losses. Harold had listened while his father and brother had planned the Brigantine attack. He’d tried to ask a question, and Boris had told him, as usual, to “stop interrupting,” so Harold had sat quietly and worked out how he’d counter his father’s simple tactics of full-on force.
Lord Farrow, the Pitorian general, had obviously considered his options too. And Harold’s father had completely misjudged his enemy, assuming that because Farrow was inexperienced in war, he would be easy to defeat. Harold had seen a little of Farrow in the negotiations over the ransom of Prince Tzsayn. The Pitorian lord was vain and greedy, but it had been obvious to Harold that he was neither stupid nor lazy. Farrow had prepared the battlefield by crisscrossing it with pitch-filled ditches. Setting fire to them—and their enemy—had been a simple way for the Pitorians to see off their opponents. Admittedly it wasn’t really a true victory, as the Brigantines had managed a retreat, but the point was that the Pitorians had controlled the situation. Yet again, King Aloysius had underestimated his opponent, just as he’d underestimated his brother, Prince Thelonius, in the last war, and he risked making a fool of himself again. And Boris was no better.
Had been no better.
A smile played at the corner of Harold’s lips.
“Father underestimated the Pitorians and you, dearest brother, underestimated our rather marvelous sister.”