{"id":1104,"date":"2018-12-09T07:00:47","date_gmt":"2018-12-09T11:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/?p=1104"},"modified":"2018-12-13T19:15:19","modified_gmt":"2018-12-14T00:15:19","slug":"blog-tour-realm-of-ruins-by-hannah-west","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/blog-tour-realm-of-ruins-by-hannah-west\/","title":{"rendered":"Blog Tour: Realm of Ruins by Hannah West"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"ubb-blog-tour-banner\"><a href=\"http:\/\/fantasticflyingbookclub.blogspot.com\/2018\/11\/tour-schedule-realm-of-ruins-nissera.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/BLOG-TOUR-BANNER.png\" alt=\"Blog Tour: Realm of Ruins by Hannah West\"><\/a><\/p><p>Welcome to my stop on the <em>Realm of Ruins<\/em> blog tour!<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>This is my first time being part of a book tour (<em>it was at the time I wrote this post, at least<\/em>) and I&#8217;m so excited!!! Today I&#8217;m sharing the prologue and first chapter of\u00a0<em>Realm of Ruins <\/em>by\u00a0<strong>Hannah West!<\/strong>\u00a0This is book two of <em>The Nissera Chronicles<\/em>, but they&#8217;re companions so you can read this one even if you haven&#8217;t read the first one yet! There&#8217;s also a link to the rest of the tour, some information about Hannah, and a giveaway!!! And without further ado, here&#8217;s the post!<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Book Info<\/strong><\/h2>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/36974805.jpg\" alt=\"Blog Tour: Realm of Ruins by Hannah West\" title=\"Blog Tour: Realm of Ruins by Hannah West\" class=\"ubb-cover-image alignleft\"><strong>Realm of Ruins (The Nissera Chronicles, #2)<\/strong> by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/authors\/hannah-west\/\">Hannah West<\/a> <br><strong>Series:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/series\/the-nissera-chronicles\/\">The Nissera Chronicles #2<\/a> <br><strong>Published on<\/strong>  December 4, 2018 by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/publishers\/holiday-house\/\">Holiday House<\/a> <br><strong>Genres:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/ya\/\">YA<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/fantasy\/\">Fantasy<\/a> <br><strong>Pages:<\/strong> 464 <br><strong>Add to <\/strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/36974805-realm-of-ruins\" target=\"_blank\">Goodreads<\/a> <br><blockquote class=\"ubb-synopsis\"><p>Valory\u2019s power is different . . . it\u2019s dangerous, unruly, and destructive. But can she channel it to crush a cunning enemy and save the realm from chaos? <\/p>\n<p>Welcome to Nissera, land of three kingdoms and home to spectacular magic.<\/p>\n<p>A century after her legendary ancestors overcame a bloodthirsty tyrant, seventeen-year-old Valory Braiosa attends a training academy for elicromancers, immortal beings with magical gifts. Yet Valory\u2019s immense power seems impossible to tame, and she faces imprisonment by the Nisseran authorities. Then a forbidden resurrection spell awakens a long-dormant evil, and Valory may be the only one who can vanquish this terrifying villain. Together with a band of allies\u2014including an old friend; a haughty princess; and a mysterious, handsome stranger\u2014Valory must learn to harness her power and fight back.<\/p>\n<p>Weaving together her imaginative world of gritty fairytale magic with snippets from Beauty and the Beast and other classic stories, Hannah West\u2019s dark and dangerous adventure is a gripping, immersive companion to her acclaimed debut, Kingdom of Ash and Briars. This richly packaged edition includes an illustrated family tree, detailed map, and embossed jacket with shimmering metallic effects.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\t\t<script type=\"application\/ld+json\">\n{\n\t\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\n\t\"@type\":\"Review\",\n\t\"datePublished\": \"2018-12-09T11:00:47+00:00\",\n\t\"description\": \"Welcome to my stop on the Realm of Ruins blog tour!\\r\\n\\r\\n\\r\\n\\r\\nThis is my first time being part of a book tour (it was at the time I wrote this post, at least) and I'm so excited!!! 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I shut out the sharp whispers pursuing me, but I couldn\u2019t outpace the enchantment that struck the small of my back.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Warmth danced between my shoulder blades as I fumbled with the ornamental clasp on my cloak, refusing to cast a sideways glance at the flames crawling up the fabric. But ribbons of heat licked through to my skin and gave me no choice but to drop my satchel full of books to roll in the mud.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My three assailants caught up to me. I lay on my back, gritting my teeth hard enough to crush them to powder.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf you\u2019re going to spread disparaging rumors about a superior, Valory,\u201d said a wiry, \u00adwan-\u00adfaced boy\u2014\u00admy second cousin, Melkior\u2014\u00adas he pinned my cloak under his boot, \u201cyou should mind your listener\u2019s loyalties.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I shot an exasperated look at the girl idling behind him. She was new to the elicromancer academy. I had hoped to make her feel welcome, but apparently Melkior had beaten me to it, and in return she\u2019d given him her fealty. The offhand comment I\u2019d made about him during Herb Magic lessons in the greenhouses had been noted.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Melkior hunkered down beside me, his eyes narrowing to slits behind a curtain of stringy dark hair. \u201cYou think I\u2019m not worthy to be an elicromancer.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou have your elicrin stone,\u201d I growled, ripping my cloak from under his heel. He wobbled and caught himself by planting a hand in the muck. \u201cYou\u2019ve already proven yourself worthy. I simply said you make such waste of your gift.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAt least I have one to waste,\u201d Melkior sneered. He stood and signaled to the other two. I tried to scramble to my feet, but the boy, one of my dear cousin\u2019s rotating henchmen, lunged to pin my wrists. The girl made bloody hatch marks on my arms and face by merely flicking her finger through the air, as though my flesh were nothing but a scratch page in her notes dossier. My cloak and the sleeves of my gray scholar\u2019s tunic ripped to rags while I landed a glancing kick to the boy\u2019s stomach and stifled grunts of pain. I wouldn\u2019t give Melkior any more pleasure in his dark sport.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He let the torment go on much too long before he waved his friends away and drew close to touch my forehead, his \u00admilky-\u00adwhite elicrin stone aglow on the silver medallion around his neck. It was the only time the smirk slipped unsuspectingly off his face, when he concentrated on healing. My cuts closed up like ripped fabric under a deft seamstress\u2019s care.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I clambered up, eager to retaliate. But unlike those of the other pupils in my tier, my temper did not summon poisonous breaths from my lungs or a lightning bolt from the sky\u2014\u00ador do anything magical at all.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Melkior knew this. His self\u00ad-\u00adsatisfied grin made his otherwise decent face look weaselly.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf you\u2019re so superior, why are you still loitering around the academy?\u201d I demanded, desperate to land a blow. \u201cDon\u2019t you have more important things to do? Or do even the most sickly patients find your presence unbearable and beg for death to come?\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The girl swiped her hand through the air, slashing my cheek and lip. A growl rumbled deep in my throat. She cocked one thin brow as if to say she\u2019d be happy to keep slicing me up like a juicy ham, but my cousin Ander jogged over from the nearby stables. The \u00adcrest-\u00adshaped carnelian elicrin stone hanging above his navel captured the sunlight so as to twinge my pride a bit.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIs he bothering you, Valory?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIs he ever not?\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Melkior\u2019s companions bowed their heads and shifted behind their leader. What was it about Ander that made him so regal and imposing? I possessed as much royal blood as he, and stood closer to claiming the throne than Melkior. But others did not instinctively bow their heads in my presence, much less do my bidding. In fact, they seemed to have no qualms about making mincemeat of me.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI trust you will allow Valory to reach her next lecture <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">and<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> her birthday celebration on time, without further harm.\u201d Ander gave Melkior a pointed look, but it wasn\u2019t without pity. Melkior was the one cracked egg out of a dozen, the family outcast, and that hadn\u2019t changed when he became an elicromancer.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, of course. Are you quite all right, Valory? I admit that got out of hand.\u201d Melkior glared at his henchwoman as he said this. Her face flamed under Ander\u2019s gaze, and she hurried to pick up my satchel and books. She was not only a new pupil, but a peasant from a far village. Joining an elicromancer academy studded with royals was no doubt intimidating. I watched the realization dawn: she had too swiftly chosen her allies.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I would forgive her. Melkior\u2019s accomplices usually abandoned him after they realized that being royal didn\u2019t make one right.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Eyes down, she passed off my muddy satchel. Melkior placed a hand on my face to heal me, but I jerked back and spat blood onto his boot.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome on,\u201d Ander said, ushering me away. \u201cYou\u2019ll be late for your lecture.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We turned our backs on Melkior and his gang, strutting over the spongy grass. The rain clouds had begun to scatter, revealing a slate of cornflower blue. The palace stretched over the green fields, a pale mountain with a river running through it and wine\u00ad-\u00adred flags waving sinuously from its parapets. The academic wing stood apart from the palace, joined to it by an arcade strewn with ivy.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMelkior never learned why it was wrong to cut off a kitten\u2019s tail and regrow it,\u201d Ander said as we walked. \u201cSince he can immediately fix something he\u2019s broken, I suppose it doesn\u2019t make sense to him not to break it.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI don\u2019t care what does and doesn\u2019t make sense to him,\u201d I said, at last succeeding in unclasping my cloak. \u201cHis heart is a rock and his brain is a pebble. I don\u2019t see why the Water didn\u2019t just swallow him whole.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMaybe it didn\u2019t want him.\u201d Ander smiled down at me, his fair cheeks ruddy. The levity in his gray eyes revealed that he hadn\u2019t a care in the world. He stood fourth in line to the throne of Calgoran, and these were untroubled times. \u201cPerhaps he will have some use yet. With a gift like that, surely he will be useful whether he wants to be or not.\u201d<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I shrugged, noticing as I did so that I smelled of sweat and sludge. Ander had just returned from a hunting trip planned in preparation for my birthday feast, but his dark hair still smelled of fine fragrant oils.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAre you sure you don\u2019t want him to heal that cut?\u201d he asked as we parted ways.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019d kiss a wild horse on the hoof before I\u2019d let Melkior touch me again,\u201d I said, joining the other late pupils scurrying from one lecture to another.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ander shook his head and strode toward the entrance to the palace, ignoring the fawning looks my peers cast his way. With a gentle dab at the stinging cut on my lip, I sauntered to my Elicrin History and Folklore lesson.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Professor Wyndwood had already begun his lecture and shot me a disapproving look from beneath feral gray eyebrows before proceeding. I draped my ruined cloak on a hook and hurried to my seat next to Knox Rodenia near the tracery windows. Most people I met were taller than me, but Knox\u2019s hefty build made him seem especially towering. He was strong yet a bit cushy, with kind green eyes, fawn skin, and agreeable features.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI would say \u2018happy birthday,\u2019 but it doesn\u2019t look as if it has been,\u201d he whispered as I sank down beside him. \u201cWhat happened? Was it Melkior? I swear, when I\u2019m an elicromancer I won\u2019t let him get away with it. I don\u2019t care if he\u2019s royalty. He can\u2019t treat people like this.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d I said, extracting a soggy textbook from my satchel with a grimace.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat about your ball tonight? You\u2019re going to go with your face like that and let him win?\u201d<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe wins when anyone pays him mind,\u201d I hissed.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From the front row, Jovie Neswick sighed with annoyance at our commotion. She had never shown an aptitude for elicrin magic but was permitted to attend lectures due to her noble status and enthusiasm. Her tawny hair was always smoothed back in a painfully tight plait, pulling her parchment\u00ad-\u00adpale forehead taut, and she was always, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">always<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> taking notes. Sometimes I worried that there was no clear distinction between the Conclave\u2019s benevolence toward her and their justification for <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">my<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> presence at the academy. Hereditary magic didn\u2019t guarantee a gift\u2014\u00adapparently\u2014\u00adand there were plenty of people with no known elicromancer lineage who manifested gifts; but with a family tree laden with ripe magical fruit, I staked a greater claim to this seat.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The professor cleared his throat and glared at me and Knox. I clamped my lips together, tasting the tang of blood.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon\u2019t be like everyone else,\u201d Knox continued in a hushed voice when Professor Wyndwood resumed his lecture. \u201cDon\u2019t absolve Melkior just because he\u2019s a Healer. I can feel the way he hurts people, tearing them down with words and bruises. I shudder to think what I\u2019ll sense from him when my gift is fully unlocked.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cPerhaps you\u2019ll better understand the motives behind the malice.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m not sure I want to.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSome Empath you are!\u201d I teased with a wry smile that stung my split lip.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Professor Wyndwood nearly shouted to catch our attention. \u201cCan anyone name the ages of Nissera?\u201d he asked. \u201cValory?\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe Archaic Age, the Heroic Age, the Mortal Age, and our current Age of Accords, sir.\u201d <\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cVery good,\u201d the professor muttered reluctantly.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt might be sooner than we thought,\u201d Knox whispered after a moment.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy ceremony. The professors have agreed I\u2019m ready for my elicrin stone. They\u2019ve scheduled a hearing with the Conclave.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As we came of age, professors picked off pupils in my tier one by one like wild game on a hunt, pulling them out of courses and elevating them to a higher status. Once approved, each potential elicromancer stepped through the portal to a woodland pond rife with deadly, glorious magic. Upon contact, the Water tore each one under like a thief in the night, trapping its quarry under impenetrable ice.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If the Water considered you worthy, the ice shattered, and one of the shards became an elicrin stone offering greater power and control over your gift, as well as immortality.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If the Water didn\u2019t offer you an elicrin stone, it drowned you and swallowed every trace.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Whether the risk was worth taking was determined on a \u00adcase-\u00adby-\u00adcase basis by the Conclave, a collective of elicromancers and mortals who presided over the academy and acted as a gateway between us pupils and our ambitions.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAlready?\u201d I shook away the shock and mustered a smile. \u201cThat\u2019s wonderful.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My tone contradicted my words. I glanced at the empty seat next to the window where Ivria had sat just weeks ago. Ander\u2019s older sister, my cousin and dearest friend, had been approved for her ceremony. Now the time had come for her to decide whether or not to brave the deadly Water in order to receive an elicrin stone, to test the unpredictable magic in her blood against her life.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ander had excelled enough to obtain his stone early, while Ivria\u2019s lack of confidence had kept her at the academy well into her last term.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I wished I lacked confidence and nothing else. I knew the enchantments. I had excelled intellectually in all my studies: Astronomy, Cleromancy, Herb Magic, Curses and Forbidden Rituals, Deep Magic and Ancient Forces. Yet the absence of even a murmur of magic inside me meant I might never have the chance to put my expertise to use.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But Knox had received approval.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He and I had always been equals, never one a better student than the other. I had mastered knowledge but wavered in magic manifestation. He demonstrated a strong gift but lagged in his studies.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Now he would have his ceremony. He would touch the deadly Water, and it wouldn\u2019t kill him. He would receive an elicrin stone and become immortal the moment he reached physical maturity. He would put all the spells he had theoretically mastered into practice. To my left and my right would be nothing but empty chairs.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I would be stuck here with Jovie the mortal, and I would have no choice but to exit the academy in defeat and shame.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat was the event that marked the end of the Heroic Age and the beginning of the Mortal Age?\u201d Wyndwood asked. \u201cKnox?\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cUm,\u201d Knox said.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I bit my tongue to keep from whispering the answer. Perhaps I\u2019d given him too many answers.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe Elicrin War?\u201d Knox guessed.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIn a way,\u201d Wyndwood conceded. \u201cAfter the peacekeeping elicromancers defeated the rebels in the Elicrin War, they gave up their stones, and therefore their power and immortality. They subverted a flaw that has plagued elicromancers for ages: the temptation to think of ourselves as higher beings and use magic for personal gain rather than for the greater good. Of course, as long as the Water exists, so too will elicromancers, and so too will the temptation to subjugate mortals\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009but\u200b we have learned from history how to keep our kind in check.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While the professor lectured on, his rampant eyebrows help-ing to emphasize each point, I thought about the elicrin gifts, from prophetic visions and supernatural strength, to shapeshifting and self\u00ad-\u00adduplication. There were so many gifts, so many flashing shades of jewel\u00ad-\u00adlike elicrin stones hanging from hundreds of throats.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Please, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I thought, imploring the ancestral magic in my blood to<\/span> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">catch. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Please let me be powerful.<\/span><\/i><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After the lecture, I crossed the arcade to the palace and was admitted by a stern\u00ad-\u00adfaced guard. Folding my cloak to avoid leaving a muddy trail on the crimson carpet, I ascended a grand staircase leading to the private quarters and traversed a corridor with portraits of dozens of members of the Ermetarius family. I wondered what it would be like to have lived over a century ago, during the Mortal Age, before elicromancy training became requisite education for the royal sons and daughters of the realm\u2014\u00adbefore all three kingdoms in Nissera had established a sturdy peace. Back then<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">there was adventure, and magic was a bright gleam in an otherwise dark place, rather than a cloud of failed expectations hovering over my head.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When I reached the suite I shared with Ivria, I went to rap on the door that led to her private chamber, but paused just before my knuckles struck wood. My cousin had lately been more solemn than a grieving widow. She had not yet set a date for her Water ceremony. Most pupils began planning it the very hour they received approval from the Conclave.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Crossing our common room, I spotted Calanthe and trailed my fingertips along her wiry coat of hair. Ivria\u2019s gray deerhound, a gift from her brother, Ander, could often be found reposing in gentle dignity on her pallet by the fire\u2014\u00adat least, when she wasn\u2019t tearing across the palace grounds or basking in the attention of her personal maid.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I opened the doors to my chamber, which held a grand bed that could have comfortably fit eight of me, though somehow I always found myself at its edge. Noticing my birthday gown at the front of the deep oak wardrobe, I felt a thrill of excitement.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ivria\u2019s preferences often superseded my own when it came to my attire, resulting in the royal clothiers knotting me up in yellows, pinks, and periwinkles come spring. Winter tended to be an affair of deep\u00ad-\u00adtoned velvets and glistening jewels. But on my birthday, Ivria had made certain I would wear something I adored. A sheer silver material gathered over a cream silk underlayer, and from the plunging neckline to the shoulders of the gown, crystals clung to colorless gossamer.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo you like it?\u201d Ivria appeared in the doorway, her raven hair <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">tumbling around her shoulders. Her normally sharp gray eyes were as obscure as fogged window panes.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s breathtaking,\u201d I admitted.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sunset was a simmering pool of blood orange through the west windows, and for a moment my cousin paused within the glow. When she stepped into my room, an ashen tinge washed across her porcelain face. She sat on the corner of my bed with a sigh, her lace dressing gown rippling around her feet. \u201cSit with me,\u201d she prompted.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When I obliged, she clasped my hands in hers, her knuckles turning white as bone. \u201cYou know you are a sister to me,\u201d she said. \u201cCloser, even. We don\u2019t fight as sisters do. You are my dearest friend and our souls are entwined forever.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI know that,\u201d I said, freeing one of my hands to close over hers in reassurance. \u201cYou look pale. Are you worried about your ceremony? You know you have nothing to fear.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOf course not.\u201d She dismissed the notion with a wave. \u201cI only wanted to wish you a happy birthday, properly, before all the commotion.\u201d She plucked a gob of dried mud from my braid and at long last noticed the swollen cut on my lip. \u201cMelkior?\u201d she asked, her misty eyes flashing like blades fresh from a forge. \u201cI can make him heal you\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo, no,\u201d I muttered, daubing again at the bruised lump, which tasted of metal. \u201cEllen likes having her work cut out for her.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ivria laughed. \u201cI ought to get dressed,\u201d she said, then squeezed my hand and floated out of my bedchamber. I fought the urge to coax her back so I could somehow elicit another laugh. I hadn\u2019t heard her laugh for weeks.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But we\u2019d be expected in the receiving hall soon. I would corner her after the celebration and pry her fears from her, remind her how fortunate she should feel to have earned access to the Water. I would do so more gently than Uncle Prosper and Aunt Sylvana, who grew agitated over their daughter\u2019s tarrying.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ellen, my maid, attacked Melkior\u2019s handiwork with powder, concealing the swollen cuts as best she could. She rushed to plait my straight chestnut hair, the hair that made me stand out like a daisy in a rose garden of royal relatives. Most members of the Ermetarius line were tall and fair\u00ad-\u00adskinned with \u00adink-\u00addark, wavy hair, including my mother. I would have felt like an impostor if my mossy eyes hadn\u2019t so matched those of my great\u00ad-\u00adgreat-\u00adgrandfather King Anthony, whose handsome portrait graced the corridor.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While I admired my gown in the mirror, Ivria returned, clad in deep purple silk embellished with fabric petals. Her curls had been painstakingly arranged with sapphire hairpins. She held an ornate wooden box tied with a blue ribbon\u2014\u00admy favorite color\u2014\u00ad and donned a soft smile.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSomething you\u2019ve always wanted,\u201d she said. But instead of offering it to me, she slid the familiar box onto the mantel. \u201cSince you\u2019ve waited this long, you can wait until after the party.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhy? I already know what it is,\u201d I teased, eagerly imagining the intricate amethyst diadem, an enchanted family heirloom I\u2019d always wanted to inherit. Grandmother Odessa had given it to Ivria instead.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt doesn\u2019t match your dress.\u201d Ivria linked her arm in mine. \u201cAnd you don\u2019t want to know what everyone truly thinks about you on your birthday, do you?\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My heart pattered. I both desired and feared the \u00adtruth-\u00adseeing diadem, whose power derived from the retired elicrin stone nesting amid its silver whorls. With it, I might unearth the deepest insecurities of cruel people like Melkior, and practice wielding the knowledge to gain respect. But I might also confirm what I sensed from my family, something they all denied: that only prestige and power could earn their deepest acceptance\u2014\u00adthat I, not Melkior, was the cracked egg.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou could have just let me borrow it,\u201d I said. \u201cGrandmother Odessa won\u2019t be pleased you gave it away.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe won\u2019t be pleased to hear you call her Grandmother either,\u201d Ivria said. And then her tone darkened a shade. \u201cYou deserve it more than I do.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As her gaze grew misty and distant again, I wondered: Was there something my cousin hoped I would see?<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Or, in making me wait to open the gift, was there something she hoped I wouldn\u2019t?<\/span><\/h4>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Author Info<\/strong><\/h2>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>About the Author<\/strong><\/h1>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1406\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/heather-west.jpeg\" alt=\"Hannah West\" width=\"196\" height=\"266\" \/>Hannah West is the author of Kingdom of Ash and Briars and its companion, Realm of Ruins. She&#8217;s always loved writing about magic andfairytales, but her time studying abroad in Orl\u00e9ans, France inspired her to finally write and publish a fantasy novel. She&#8217;s a freelance writer and vegetarian living in Texas with her husband and their rambunctious blue heeler.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div id=\"pageContainer1\" class=\"page\" data-page-number=\"1\">\n<div data-test=\"text-layer\">\n<div class=\"_1KgDGecM-D\">\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Author Links<\/strong><\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.hannahwestauthor.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Website<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> | <\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/hannahwestya?lang=en\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Twitter<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> |<\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/14881425.Hannah_West\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Goodreads<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> | <\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/hannahwestya\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Instagram<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<h1><\/h1>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Tour Info<\/strong><\/h2>\n<h1 class=\"separator\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Tour Schedule<\/strong><\/h1>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">December 4th<\/h3>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/theunofficialaddictionbookfanclub.blogspot.com\/\">The Unofficial Addiction Book Fan Club<\/a>\u00a0&#8211; 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