The Girl King by Mimi Yu (The Girl King #1)
English | 2019 | Young adult | ePUB | 1.4 Mb
The Girl King : Two sisters become unwitting rivals in a war to claim the title of Emperor in this richly imagined, Asian-inspired fantasy for fans of Renée Ahdieh and Sabaa Tahir.
Sisters Lu and Min have always known their places as the princesses of the Empire of the First Flame: assertive Lu will be named her father’s heir and become the dynasty’s first female ruler, while timid Min will lead a quiet life in Lu’s shadow. Until their father names their male cousin Set his heir instead, sending ripples through the realm and throwing both girls’ lives into utter chaos.
Determined to reclaim her birthright, Lu has no choice but to go on the run, leaving Min to face the volatile court alone. Lu soon crosses paths with Nokhai, the lone, unlikely survivor of the Ashina, a clan of nomadic wolf shapeshifters. Nok never learned to shift–or to trust the empire that killed his family–but working with the princess might be the only way to unlock his true power.
As Lu and Nok form a shaky alliance, Min’s own hidden power awakens, a forbidden, deadly magic that could secure Set’s reign . . . or allow her to claim the throne herself. But there can only be one emperor, and the sisters’ greatest enemy could very well turn out to be each other.
This sweeping fantasy set against a world of buried ancient magic and political intrigue weaves an unforgettable story of ambition, betrayal, and sacrifice.
“Let’s go, then,” Shen said as Vrea took her seat. “Whatever is at the gate, I’d like to deal with it before morning.”
“Yes, let’s not keep those deer waiting,” Jin quipped, but his good humor was worn thin. He sat forward, brow creasing in concentration. A sweet, hapless simulacrum of his older brother.
Vrea held out her hands. The men took them. Shen’s grasp was perfunctory, Jin’s warm and affectionate, like that of a trusting child.
The priestess closed her eyes to the violet-black flames. Then she willed the three of them out and away.
They lifted from their bodies, light as a cool summer wind in the Below. When she opened her eyes again they stood, the three of them, at the edge of the lake. It was lit silver-pale by a young moon and permanently fringed with dense gray fog—a by-product of the high concentration of feral magic around the gate.
Tonight though, the fog was thicker than usual, swirling on the wind like it were agitated. Whatever was at the gate, it may not just be deer, after all. Something was off. The spirits were riled.
“Is everyone accounted for?” she asked. Her brothers stood on either side, translucent but stable. They clung to her hands carefully—releasing their grip would break the projection, pulling them back into the sanctum where their bodies rested in wait.”