Castles in Their Bones
(Sprache: Englisch)
A spellbinding story of three princesses and the destiny they were born for: seduction, conquest, and the crown. Immerse yourself in the first book in a new fantasy trilogy from the author of the New York Times bestselling Ash Princess...
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A spellbinding story of three princesses and the destiny they were born for: seduction, conquest, and the crown. Immerse yourself in the first book in a new fantasy trilogy from the author of the New York Times bestselling Ash Princess series.Empress Margaraux has had plans for her daughters since the day they were born. Princesses Sophronia, Daphne, and Beatriz will be queens. And now, age sixteen, they each must leave their homeland and marry their princes.
Beautiful, smart, and demure, the triplets appear to be the perfect brides—because Margaraux knows there is one common truth: everyone underestimates a girl. Which is a grave mistake. Sophronia, Daphne, and Beatriz are no innocents. They have been trained since birth in the arts of deception, seduction, and violence with a singular goal—to bring down monarchies— and their marriages are merely the first stage of their mother’s grand vision: to one day reign over the entire continent of Vestria.
The princesses have spent their lives preparing, and now they are ready, each with her own secret skill, and each with a single wish, pulled from the stars. Only, the stars have their own plans—and their mother hasn’t told them all of hers.
Life abroad is a test. Will their loyalties stay true? Or will they learn that they can’t trust anyone—not even each other?
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Sitting on the rug before the mantel, Daphne can t help but glance at the constellations as she adjusts the skirt of her green organza dress around her like flower petals. Babies born beneath the Thorned Rose are known to be beautiful.
Those born beneath the Hungry Hawk are ambitious.
Lonely Heart children are known to sacrifice more than others.
The Crown of Flames offers its offspring power.
And the Sisters Three bestow balance and harmony.
There are exceptions, of course Daphne knows of plenty of people born beneath the Thorned Rose who did not grow up beautiful and many born beneath the Crown of Flames who became chimney sweeps and cabbage farmers. But still, more people believe in the omens of the stars than don t even Daphne, logical as she is about most things, takes the daily horoscopes laid out with her breakfast to heart.
Her eyes keep drifting to the mantel as she struggles to open the stolen bottle of champagne with her glass nail file. After some digging, the stopper comes loose with a loud pop that makes her shriek in surprise, the cork careening into the air and hitting the chandelier above, making the crystals chime together. The champagne bubbles over onto her dress and the rug, cold and wet.
Careful! Sophronia cries out, hurrying to the adjoining powder room for towels.
Beatriz snorts, holding three delicate crystal glasses to the mouth of the bottle, letting Daphne fill them up almost to the brim. Or what? she calls after Sophronia. It isn t as if we re going to be here long enough to get in trouble for ruining a rug.
Sophronia returns, towel in hand, and begins mopping up the spilled champagne anyway, her brow furrowed.
Seeing her expression, Beatriz softens. Sorry, Sophie, she says before taking a sip from one of the glasses and passing the others to her sisters. I didn t mean . . . She trails off, unsure of what, exactly, she did mean.
Sophronia doesn t seem to know either, but she drops the sopping towel on the
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floor and sinks down on the sofa beside Beatriz, who drapes an arm over her shoulders, rustling the taffeta of her rose-pink off-the-shoulder gown in the process.
Daphne looks at them over the rim of her champagne glass, downing half of it in a single gulp before her eyes fall to the wet towel.
By the time that s dry, she thinks, we ll have left this place. We won t see one another for a year.
The first part is tolerable enough Bessemia is home, but they have always known they would leave when they came of age. Beatriz south to Cellaria, Sophronia west to Temarin, and Daphne north to Friv. They have been preparing for their duties for as long as Daphne can remember, to marry the princes they ve been betrothed to and drive their countries to war against one another, allowing their mother to sweep in and pick up the shattered pieces and add them to her domain like new jewels for her crown.
But that s all for the future. Daphne pushes her mother s plots aside and focuses on her sisters. The sisters she won t see again for a year, if everything goes to plan. They haven t spent more than a few hours apart in their entire lives. How will they manage an entire year?
Beatriz must see Daphne s smile wobble, because she gives a dramatic roll of her eyes her own tell for when she s trying not to show her emotions.
Come on, Beatriz says, her voice cracking slightly as she pats the sofa on her other side.
Daphne stands up from the rug for an instant before falling onto the sofa beside Beatriz gracelessly, letting her head drop onto Beatriz s bare shoulder. Beatriz s strapless sky-blue gown looks terribly uncomfortable, its corseted bodice digging into her skin and leaving behind
Daphne looks at them over the rim of her champagne glass, downing half of it in a single gulp before her eyes fall to the wet towel.
By the time that s dry, she thinks, we ll have left this place. We won t see one another for a year.
The first part is tolerable enough Bessemia is home, but they have always known they would leave when they came of age. Beatriz south to Cellaria, Sophronia west to Temarin, and Daphne north to Friv. They have been preparing for their duties for as long as Daphne can remember, to marry the princes they ve been betrothed to and drive their countries to war against one another, allowing their mother to sweep in and pick up the shattered pieces and add them to her domain like new jewels for her crown.
But that s all for the future. Daphne pushes her mother s plots aside and focuses on her sisters. The sisters she won t see again for a year, if everything goes to plan. They haven t spent more than a few hours apart in their entire lives. How will they manage an entire year?
Beatriz must see Daphne s smile wobble, because she gives a dramatic roll of her eyes her own tell for when she s trying not to show her emotions.
Come on, Beatriz says, her voice cracking slightly as she pats the sofa on her other side.
Daphne stands up from the rug for an instant before falling onto the sofa beside Beatriz gracelessly, letting her head drop onto Beatriz s bare shoulder. Beatriz s strapless sky-blue gown looks terribly uncomfortable, its corseted bodice digging into her skin and leaving behind
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Autoren-Porträt von Laura Sebastian
Laura Sebastian
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Laura Sebastian
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2022, Internationale Ausgabe, 528 Seiten, Maße: 13,8 x 21 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Delacorte Press
- ISBN-10: 0593487079
- ISBN-13: 9780593487075
- Erscheinungsdatum: 05.02.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Enchanting...filled with captivating court intrigue and espionage." --Kirkus Reviews"Sebastian excels at world building...[and] a few tantalizing open threads certainly warrant interest in the future two volumes in this trilogy." --The Bulletin
"[An] extravagantly built series starter" --Publishers Weekly
"A page-turner that brilliantly blends magic, romance, and adventure. A twist ending leaves readers reeling but ready for the second installment in the planned trilogy. --Booklist
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