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Rae Carson - The Crown of Embers

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In the sequel to the acclaimed , a seventeen-year-old princess turned war queen faces sorcery, adventure, untold power, and romance as she fulfills her epic destiny. Elisa is the hero of her country. She led her people to victory against a terrifying enemy, and now she is their queen. But she is only seventeen years old. Her rivals may have simply retreated, choosing stealth over battle. And no one within her court trusts her-except Hector, the commander of the royal guard, and her companions. As the country begins to crumble beneath her and her enemies emerge from the shadows, Elisa will take another journey. With a one-eyed warrior, a loyal friend, an enemy defector, and the man she is falling in love with, Elisa crosses the ocean in search of the perilous, uncharted, and mythical source of the Godstones power. That is not all she finds. A breathtaking, romantic, and dangerous second volume in the Fire and Thorns trilogy.

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THE CROWN OF EMBERS

RAE CARSON

Dedication

FOR CHARLIE,

MY FIRST READER AND BEST FRIEND

Chapter 1

MY entourage of guards struggles to keep pace as I fly down the corridors of my palace. Servants in starched frocks and shined shoes line the way, bowing like dominoes as I pass. From far away comes a low thrum, filtering even through walls of stone and mortar, steady as falling water, hollow as distant thunder. Its the crowd outside, chanting my name.

I barrel around a corner and collide with a gleaming breastplate. Firm hands grasp my shoulders, saving me from tumbling backward. My crown is not so lucky. The monstrous thing clatters to the ground, yanking strands of hair painfully with it.

He releases my shoulders and rubs at red spot on his neck. That crown of yours is a mighty weapon, says Lord-Commander Hector of the Royal Guard.

Sorry, I say, blinking up at him. He and the other guards shaved their mustaches to mark our recent victory, and Ive yet to adjust to this new, younger-looking Hector.

Ximena, my gray-haired nurse, bends to retrieve the crown and brushes it off. Its thick with gold and inlaid with a single cabochon ruby. No dainty queens diadem for me. By tradition, I wear the crown of a fully empowered monarch.

I expected you an hour ago, he says as I take his offered arm. We travel the corridor at a bruising pace.

General Luz-Manuel kept me. He wanted to change the parade route again.

He stops cold, and I nearly trip. Again?

He wants to avoid the bottleneck where the Avenida de la Serpiente crosses the merchants alley. He says a stranger in the crowd could spear me too easily.

Ximena takes advantage of our stillness to reposition the crown on my head. I grimace as she shoves hairpins through the velvet loops to hold it in place.

Hector is shaking his head. But the rooftops are low in that area. Youll be safer from arrows, which is the greater danger.

Exactly what I said. He was . . . displeased. I tug on his arm to keep us moving.

He should know better.

I may have told him as much.

Im sure he appreciated that, he says dryly.

Ive no idea what advantage he thought to gain by it, I say. Whatever it was, I was not going to give it to him.

Hector glances around at the people lining the corridors, then adds in a lowered voice, Elisa, as your personal defender, I must beg you one last time to reconsider. The whole world knows you bear the Godstone.

I sigh against the truth of his words. Yes, Im now the target of religious fanatics, Invierne spies, even black market gem traders. But my birthday parade is the one day each year when everyonefrom laundress to stable boy to weather-worn sailorcan glimpse their ruling monarch. Its a national holiday, one theyve been looking forward to for months. I wont deny them the opportunity.

And I refuse to be governed by fear. The life stretching before me is that of a queen. Its a life I chose. Fought for, even. I cannotwill notsquander it on dread.

Hector, I wont hide in the sand like a frightened jerboa.

Sometimes, Ximena cuts in, with her soft but deliberate voice, protecting Elisa means protecting her interests. Elisa must show herself publicly. These early months are important as she consolidates her power. Well keep her safe, you and I. And God. She has a great destiny. . . .

I turn a deaf ear to her words. So much has happened in the last year, but I feel no closer to my appointment with destiny than I did when God first lodged his stone in my navel seventeen years ago. It still pulses with power, warms in response to my prayers, reminds me that I have not done enough, that God has plans for me yet.

And I am sick to death of hearing about it.

I understand, my lady, Hector is saying. But it would be safer

Hector! I snap. Ive made up my mind.

He stiffens. Yes, Your Majesty.

Shame tightens my throat. Why did I snap at Hector? Ximena is the one Im frustrated with.

Moments later we reach the carriage house, which reeks of steaming manure and moldy straw on this especially hot day. My open carriage awaits, a marvel of polished mahogany and swirling bronze scrollwork. Banners of royal blue stream from the posts. The door panels display my royal cresta ruby crown resting on a bed of sacrament roses.

Fernando, my best archer, stands on the rear platform, bow slung over his shoulder. He bows from the waist, his face grave. Four horses flick their tails and dance in their jeweled traces. I eye them warily while Hector helps me up.

Then he offers a hand to Ximena, and in spite of their recent disagreement, a look of fierce understanding passes between them. They are a formidable team, my guard and my guardian. Sometimes its as though they plot my safety behind my back.

Hector gives the order, my driver whips the reins, and the carriage lurches forward. My Royal Guard, in its gleaming ceremonial armor, falls in around us. They march a deep one-two-one-two as we leave the shade of the carriage house for desert sunshine.

The moment we turn onto the Colonnade, the air erupts with cheering.

Thousands line the way, packed shoulder to shoulder, waving their hands, flags, tattered linens. Children sit on shoulders, tossing birdseed and rose petals into the air. A banner stretches the length of six people and reads, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HER MAJESTY QUEEN LUCERO-ELISA!

Oh, I breathe.

Ximena grasps my hand and squeezes. Youre a war hero, remember?

But Im also a foreigner queen, ruling by an accident of marriage and war. Warmth and pride blossom in my chest, to see my people accepting me with their whole hearts.

Then Ximenas face sobers, and she leans over and whispers, Remember this moment and treasure it, my sky. No sovereign remains popular forever.

I nod from respectful habit, but I cant keep the frown from creeping onto my face. My people are giving me a gift, and she takes it away so soon.

The steep Colonnade is lined on either side by decadent three-story townhomes. Their sculpted sandstone cornices sparkle in the sun, and silk standards swing from flat garden rooftops. But as we descend from the height of the city, cheered all the way, the townhomes gradually become less stately, until finally we reach the citys outer circle, where only a few humble buildings rise from the war rubble.

I ignore the destruction as long as I can, gazing instead at the citys great wall. It rises the height of several men, protecting us from the swirling desert beyond. I crane my neck and glimpse the soldiers posted between the walls crenellations, bows held at the ready.

The main gate stands open for daytime commerce. Framed by the barbed portcullis is our cobbled highway. Beyond it are the sweeping dunes of my beautiful desert, wind smoothed and deceptively soft in the yellow light of midday. My gaze lingers too long on the sand as we turn onto the Avenida de la Serpiente.

When I can avoid it no longer, I finally take in the view that twists my heart. For Brisadulces outer circle is a scar on the face of the world, blackened and crumbled and reeking of wet char. This is where the Invierne army broke through our gate, where their sorcerous animagi burned everything in sight with the blue-hot fire of their Godstone amulets.

A ceiling beam catches my eye, toppled across a pile of adobe rubble. At one end the wood grain shows pristine, but it blackens along its length, shrinking and shriveling until it ends in a ragged stump glowing red with embers. A wisp of smoke curls into the air.

The outer ring is rife with these glowing reminders of the war we won at such a cost. Months later, we still cannot wholly quench their fire. Father Nicandro, my head priest, says that since magic caused these fires, only magic can cool them. Either magic or time.

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