Such A Daring Endeavor
Stolen Tears, #2
Stolen Tears, #2
by Cortney
Pearson
Publication date: June 23rd 2016
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Publication date: June 23rd 2016
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Hope only fades if you allow it to…
BLURB
Now that Talon Haraway has been
taken captive by the Arcaians, Ambry knows it’s only a matter of time before he
is executed. But to make matters worse, she must go against her
once-best-friend, Gwynn Hawkes, to free him. Whether Ambry likes it or not,
drinking those tears changed Gwynn. Not only is she subjecting her kinsmen’s
magic, but with Tyrus preoccupied with his upcoming war, Gwynn is acting more
and more in Tyrus’s stead, giving commands and leading skirmishes.
Ambry refuses to believe Gwynn is
gone for good, however. Along with juggling with her forbidden feelings for
Talon, her desire to free her people’s magic, and the ever-growing need to
protect the tears from being drunk, the solution to stopping Gwynn means hoping
harder than she ever has before. Hope can’t undo what magic has already done,
but paired with action–and her newfound magic–Ambry’s hope in Gwynn might be
just what her friend needs to leave the dark path she’s on.
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Ambry Csille in her quest to rescue a stolen vial of tears containing the most
powerful magic ever shed. Ambry makes deals with sirens, plunges deep into love
with a mysterious warrior before knowing the secrets of his past (including the
very reasons she can’t be with him), and fights off soldiers who wield claws
that can suck the very magic from her bones.
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“In the
vision, I was sitting on a bench,” says Jomeini, her eyes distant. “The
sunlight beat warm against the stone I sat on, but the wind that blew was brisk
and harsh. A storm rode on that wind, a storm I knew I wouldn’t be able to
stop. Afterwards, I drew this.”
Jomeini
pulls another card from beside the others and hands it to Shasa.
“It’s a
coat,” Shasa says, confused. She traces a finger over the handless, headless
trenchcoat, drawn as though it’s blowing in the very wind Jomeini claims she
felt during its vision.
“I
assumed it meant that I wouldn’t be comfortable in my home much longer, that I
would need protection from whatever storm was riding on that wind. I assumed it
meant that Grandfather was taking me from my refuge, my home in Xavienke, and
that I would need to find protection in Valadir. And it did, in a sense. But
the drawing was also literal. Whose coat do you see?”
Chills
brush across Shasa’s skin. “Color it yellow, and that could be Craven’s.”
Jomeini
rubs her arms as if chafing away whatever memory fills her mind at that moment.
Shasa wonders if it’s the same one she’s recalling, the sight of the dingy
yellow trenchcoat Craven wore the day he snatched Shasa from right in front of
the Triad Palace into an abandoned building and stole her magic then and there.
“What
does the star mean, then?” Shasa asks. When Jomeini doesn’t answer immediately,
Shasa continues thinking aloud. “Stars provide light in the night sky. They’ve
held their places for years, giving sailors something to sail by.”
“But this
one is a shooting star,” Jomeini says. “This one is setting off on its own
course.”
“And you
think it pertains to Tyrus?”
Jomeini
shakes her head. “I thought so at first. I Saw Tyrus, yes. But I Saw others
with him. Among his soldiers was a blonde woman I didn’t recognize.”
“A group
of stars,” Shasa says inwardly. “With one straying from all the rest.”
“It means
change is coming, and someone is at the center of it. I thought it was Tyrus,
but now I’m not so sure. See the other star beside this? See how the bursts on
the star go one way, so it looks like the star can be spearing to the left? But
if you look at it this way…” Jomeini turns the card until it’s upside down.
“Now the star could be shooting to the right.”
“So Tyrus
isn’t leaving?”
“Not in
so many words. It’s more complicated than I can explain, but something Tyrus is
going to do will be as vast as the effort of crossing an ocean with no other
guide but the stars. It’s going to change the world as we know it. And
depending on what we do, that change is going to veer the races one way or the
other. For good.” She holds the star picture one way. “Or for ill.” She turns
it the other direction.
Shasa
swallows and takes the card, experimenting. The star’s direction turns with
each flip, more indecisive than the weather. It’s like the picture of a smiling
man with a furrow in his forehead her mother used to draw. She would turn it
upside down, and though the picture hadn’t changed at all, the man would look
sad and menacing instead. All because of one or two carefully placed lines.
“So how
do we get this change to veer in the direction we want it to go?” Shasa asks.
Jomeini
doesn’t answer. Instead, she fingers the collar at her throat. The two girls
sit in the boat in silence, bathing in the deep wake of their thoughts.
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Author Info
Cortney Pearson is a mother, a
musician, and a lover of all things pink and sparkly. She is the author of
Phobic, about doors that shouldn't be opened, and the Stolen Tears series,
about an enchanted vial of tears and the girl chosen to wield them. Cortney
lives with her husband and three sons in a small Idaho farm town. She believes
anything can be made better with a good attitude and a book tucked away for
those just-in-case times.
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