Song of Silver, Flame Like Night
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • In a fallen kingdom, one girl carries the key to discovering the secrets of her nation's past—and unleashing the demons that sleep at its heart. An epic fantasy series inspired by the mythology and folklore of ancient China."Perfect for fans of The Untamed. I loved it!" —Shelley Parker-Chan, bestselling author of She Who Became the Sun
Once, Lan had a different name. Now she goes by the one the Elantian colonizers gave her when they invaded her kingdom, killed her mother, and outlawed her people’s magic. She spends her nights as a songgirl in Haak’gong, a city transformed by the conquerors, and her days scavenging for what she can find of the past. Anything to understand the strange mark burned into her arm by her mother in her last act before she died.
The mark is mysterious—an untranslatable Hin character—and no one but Lan can see it. Until the night a boy appears at her teahouse and saves her life.
Zen is a practitioner—one of the fabled magicians of the Last Kingdom. Their magic was rumored to have been drawn from the demons they communed with. Magic believed to be long lost. Now it must be hidden from the Elantians at all costs.
When Zen comes across Lan, he recognizes what she is: a practitioner with a powerful ability hidden in the mark on her arm. He’s never seen anything like it—but he knows that if there are answers, they lie deep in the pine forests and misty mountains of the Last Kingdom, with an order of practitioning masters planning to overthrow the Elantian regime.
Both Lan and Zen have secrets buried deep within—secrets they must hide from others, and secrets that they themselves have yet to discover. Fate has connected them, but their destiny remains unwritten. Both hold the power to liberate their land. And both hold the power to destroy the world.
Now the battle for the Last Kingdom begins.
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1Power is always borrowed, never created.
-- Dào z , Book of the Way (Classic of Virtues), 1.1
Elantian Age, Cycle 12
The Black Port, Haak gong
The Last Kingdom had been brought to its knees, but the view was mighty fine from here.
Lan tipped her bamboo hat over her head, parting her lips in pleasure as the cool evening breeze combed through strands of her silky black hair. Sweat slicked her neck from the afternoon s work of hawking wares at the local evemarket, and her back ached with the beating she d received from Madam Meng for stealing sugarplum candies from the kitchens at the Teahouse. But in rare moments like this, when the sun hung ripe and swollen as a mandarin over the glittering sea, there was still a shattered-glass beauty to be found in the remnants of a conquered land.
The city of Haak gong unfurled before her in a patchwork of contradictions. Red lanterns were strung from curved temple eave to gray-shingled rooftop, weaving and wending between pagodas and courtyards wreathed in the halo of night bazaars and evening fairs. On the distant hills, the Elantians had settled on higher ground, building their strange architecture of stone, glass, and metal to watch over the Hin like gods. The skyline glowed a dusky auric from their alchemical lamplight that spilled through stained-glass windows and arched marble doorways.
Lan rolled her eyes and turned away. She knew the story of the gods--any gods--to be a big, steaming bowl of turd. Much as the Elantians wished to pretend otherwise, Lan knew they had come to the Last Kingdom for one thing: resources. Ships full of powdered spices and golden grains and verdant tea leaves, chests of silks and samites, jades and porcelains, left Haak gong for the Elantian Empire, across the Sea of Heavenly Radiance, each day.
And whatever was left over trickled into the black markets of Haak gong.
At this bell, the evemarket was in full bloom, merchants having filed in along
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the Jade Trail with jewels that gleamed like the light of the sun, spices tasting of lands Lan had never seen before, and fabrics that shimmered like the night sky itself. Haak gong s heartbeat was the clink of coin, its lifeblood the flow of trade, its bones the wooden stalls of marketplaces. It was a place of survival.
Lan paused at the very end of the market. She took care to lower her d u lì--her bamboo hat--over her face lest any Elantian officials prowled nearby. What she was about to do could very well earn her a spot on the gallows, along with other Hin who had broken Elantian laws.
With a surreptitious glance around, she crossed the street and made for the slums.
This was where the illusion of the Last Kingdom ended and the reality of a conquered land began. Here the cobblestone streets carefully constructed by the Elantians after the Conquest faded to dust; the elegantly renovated facades and shiny glass windows gave way to buildings crumbling from disrepair.
The trading house sat in a derelict corner, its cheap wooden doors chipped and faded with time, paper windows patched with grease yet sagging with the humidity of the south. A wooden bell tinkled somewhere overhead as Lan stepped inside.
She shut the doors, and the hubbub of the outside world fell silent.
The interior was dim, dust motes swirling in the late-afternoon sunlight that spilled onto cracked floorboards and shelves crammed with an assortment of scrolls, tomes, and trinkets. The entire shop looked like an old painting left to fade in the sun, smelling of ink and damp wood.
But this was Lan s favorite place in the world. It reminded her of a time long past, a world long gone.
A life wiped from the pages of the history books.
Old Wei s Pawn Shop dealt in odds and ends of goods
Lan paused at the very end of the market. She took care to lower her d u lì--her bamboo hat--over her face lest any Elantian officials prowled nearby. What she was about to do could very well earn her a spot on the gallows, along with other Hin who had broken Elantian laws.
With a surreptitious glance around, she crossed the street and made for the slums.
This was where the illusion of the Last Kingdom ended and the reality of a conquered land began. Here the cobblestone streets carefully constructed by the Elantians after the Conquest faded to dust; the elegantly renovated facades and shiny glass windows gave way to buildings crumbling from disrepair.
The trading house sat in a derelict corner, its cheap wooden doors chipped and faded with time, paper windows patched with grease yet sagging with the humidity of the south. A wooden bell tinkled somewhere overhead as Lan stepped inside.
She shut the doors, and the hubbub of the outside world fell silent.
The interior was dim, dust motes swirling in the late-afternoon sunlight that spilled onto cracked floorboards and shelves crammed with an assortment of scrolls, tomes, and trinkets. The entire shop looked like an old painting left to fade in the sun, smelling of ink and damp wood.
But this was Lan s favorite place in the world. It reminded her of a time long past, a world long gone.
A life wiped from the pages of the history books.
Old Wei s Pawn Shop dealt in odds and ends of goods
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Autoren-Porträt von Amélie Wen Zhao
Amélie Wen Zhao
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Amélie Wen Zhao
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2023, International, 480 Seiten, Maße: 14,3 x 20,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Delacorte Press
- ISBN-10: 059365028X
- ISBN-13: 9780593650288
- Erscheinungsdatum: 05.01.2023
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Devastatingly gorgeous. Chloe Gong, #1 New York Times bestselling author of These Violent DelightsThe perfect book for fans of the Chinese xianxia fantasy genre. The Nerd Daily
A rich fantasy world of high stakes and adventure. BuzzFeed
A lush, magical tale. Paste
Lush worldbuilding and gorgeous visuals." Publishers Weekly, starred review
"A complex and fantastic introduction to an epic new world." Kirkus Reviews
"A well-rounded and interesting fantasy." Booklist
A thrilling and wonderful first start into the many possibilities of the myths and legends of ancient China. Asia Pacific Arts
An epic, masterfully rendered tale of reckoning and heritage that draws its readers into a world as rich as it is nuanced, and as intriguing as it is magical. Ayana Gray, New York Times bestselling author of Beasts of Prey
Prepare to stay up all night! Sara Raasch, New York Times bestselling author of the Snow Like Ashes series
Gorgeous, evocative, and thrilling. I absolutely loved it. Katherine Webber, author of Twin Crowns
Brims with pure magic. Zhao has woven together a story of self-discovery, slow-burning romance, and heart-pounding revelations. Rebecca Ross, internationally bestselling author of A River Enchanted
A captivating epic fantasy... I can t wait for the sequel! Sue Lynn Tan, bestselling author of Daughter of the Moon Goddess
A haunting tale steeped in myth and legend. This is a story that will captivate and spellbind readers until the very end. Francesca Flores, author of Diamond City
A magical tale set in a glittering, dangerous world featuring a dynamic heroine and an enigmatic hero. Isabel Ibañez, author of Together We Burn
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