Cast in Courtlight (Chronicles of Elantra Series #2)
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  • Cast in Courtlight (Chronicles of Elantra Series #2)

Cast in Courtlight (Chronicles of Elantra Series #2)

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by Michelle Sagara
     
 

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In Elantra, a job well done is rewarded with a more dangerous task. And so, after defeating a dark evil, Kaylin must enter a place of deceit and treachery. A world where silk and jewels hide deadly secrets….

Kaylin goes before the Barrani High Court, where a misspoken word brings sure death. And Kaylin's never been known for her grace or manners. But the

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In Elantra, a job well done is rewarded with a more dangerous task. And so, after defeating a dark evil, Kaylin must enter a place of deceit and treachery. A world where silk and jewels hide deadly secrets….

Kaylin goes before the Barrani High Court, where a misspoken word brings sure death. And Kaylin's never been known for her grace or manners. But the High Lord's heir is suspiciously ill and Kaylin's healing magic is the only shot at saving him — if she manages to dodge the traps laid for her.

Only to discover that the healing might turn out to be the simplest of the tasks before her…

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Court intrigue and ancient magic stir up old ghosts as well as deadly mystery in Sagara's engaging second fantasy novel (after Cast in Shadow). As a Hawk serving the Halls of Law in Imperial capital Elantra, Kaylin Neya wishes she could ignore her strange tattoos-especially the glyph on her cheek, a Barrani rune loosely translated as "Consort," placed there by the lord of her former fief, outcaste Barrani Lord Nightshade. Those glyphs and their wild magic have gotten her into trouble before-enough that both the Lord of Hawks and the Imperial Order of Mages demand she learn to control her growing magical talent or be kicked out of the Hawks. Before this news can sink in, however, Kaylin is dragged into a dangerous plot after she heals the younger son of the Barrani Lord of the High Court. Kaylin thus earns the Lord's gratitude, but she also becomes a target for those who would bring down the High Court itself. Readers will embrace this compelling, strong-willed heroine with her often sarcastic voice. (Aug.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780373802449
Publisher:
Luna
Publication date:
08/01/2006
Series:
Chronicles of Elantra Series, #2
Edition description:
Original
Pages:
496
Product dimensions:
5.13(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.32(d)

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In the old days, before the Dragon Emperor — sometimes called the Eternal Emperor by those responsible for toadying — had invested the Halls of Law with the laws which governed the Empire, angry Dragons simply ate the idiots who were stupid enough to irritate them. Or, if they were unappetizing, burned them into a very slight pile of ash.

Ash had the advantage of requiring little to no paperwork.

Marcus Kassan, Sergeant for the Hawks — one branch of officers who served in the Halls of Law — stared gloomily at a pile of paperwork that, were it placed end to end, would loom above him. At over six foot, that was difficult. The desire to shred it caused his claws to flick in and out of the fur of his forepaws.

The desire to avoid annoying Caitlin, the woman who was — inasmuch as the Hawks allowed it — den mother to the interior office, which set schedules, logged reports, and prepared duty rosters and pay chits, was just slightly stronger. In their personal life, Leontines disavowed all paperwork, usually by the expedient of chewing it, shredding it, or burning it, when it wasn't useful for the kits' litter.

Then again, he'd been at his desk for the better part of an hour. He expected there'd be a shift in the balance before the day — which looked to be long and grueling — was over.

Caitlin smiled at him from the nest she made of the paperwork she endured, day in, day out. It was a slightly sharp smile that looked, on the surface, quiet and sweet. That was Caitlin. Human all over. She'd been with him for years. He was aware of her value; the three people before her had lasted two weeks, three weeks, and four days, respectively. They had all babbled like morons.

Fear does that, Caitlin had said when she'd applied for the job. She was bird-thin and fragile to the eye, and her voice was soft and feminine — no growl or fang there. But definitely some spine. She was one of two people who manned the desks who could stand six inches from his face when he was on the edge of fury. She barely blinked, and attributed that, regretfully, to his breath.

At any other time of the year, paperwork was optional. Pay chits and duty rosters weren't, but he was enough of a Sergeant to at least sign off on them when he wasn't actively composing the lists themselves. No, this hideous mess was courtesy of the Festival. Permits, copied laboriously by clerks in some merchant branch of the Imperial palace, had been sent by dim-witted couriers in bags that were half again as large as Caitlin. Bags. Plural.

But not just permits. Festival regulations, which seemed to change year after year. The names of important dignitaries from the farthest damn fringe of the Empire of Ala'an, manifests of cargo transports, and diplomatic grants were also shoved in the same bags. The latter were, however, sealed in a way that screamed "special privilege." Diplomatic immunity.

Marcus hated the Festival season. The city was enough of a problem; throwing foreigners into the streets by the thousands was just asking for trouble.

Not only that, but every get-rich-quick scheme that had occurred to any half-wit moron in the street could be expected to rear its imbecilic head during the next two weeks. Unfortunately, every get-rich-quick scheme that occurred to any cunning, intelligent person would also rear its head during the next two weeks. The money that flowed into the Empire's capital during the Festival was staggering, and everyone wanted a piece of it.

The Swordlord, and the men who followed his orders, were probably in worse shape, and this provided a moment's comfort to Marcus. He was Hawk, through and through; the Swords were his natural rivals. Not, of course, his enemies; they all served the Lords of Law, and they all worked in the labyrinthine buildings referred to as the Halls of Law by people who saw them from the outside. But the Hawks and the Swords had their own way of doing things, and when the Festival season was at its height, there were always disagreements.

On the other hand, at least the Swords were in the streets; the damn Wolves were at bay. It was hard to hunt in the city during the Festival, even at the behest of the Wolflord. The Wolves were kept in reserve in case of riot, when all servants of the Law could be called into action. This was, however, downtime for the Wolves, and Marcus sullenly resented them their freedom.

Paperwork was best left for bureaucrats. Unfortunately, bureaucrats were damn good at shoveling the work onto the shoulders of men and women who were already too busy, where being too busy meant they didn't have time to kick up enough of a fuss to give it back.

He heard a door slam. It was followed by a raised, angry voice — only one — and the sound of a very heavy tread. Deliberately heavy.

Paperwork looked almost good in comparison. "Oh dear," Caitlin said. "That's three this week."

"Two. One of them left last week." He rearranged the paperwork in the vague hope that this would provide some sort of fortification against the red and dour expression of a very annoyed mage.

Sure enough, down the long hall that led from the West Room, which had been ceded to the Hawklord for educational purposes, the swirling robes of a man who had probably been ancient ten years ago came into view. His fists were bunched just below the drape of long sleeves, and his forehead was engraved with permanent wrinkles. The kind that said foul mood.

The office had grown somewhat quieter as people stopped to listen in. You could count on curiosity to get the better of work at Festival time. Well, to be fair, at any time, but during the Festival it was more costly.

The man stormed over to the Sergeant's desk. "You will tell the Lord of Hawks that I am finished with this — this ridiculous task!"

Marcus raised a brow. Given that his face was entirely composed of golden fur, this should have been discomfiting at the very least.

"The girl is untrainable. She doesn't listen. She barely reads. She thinks like a — like a common soldier. She is rude beyond bearing, she is stupid, and she is an insult to the Imperial Order of Mages!"

The other brow lifted slightly as the Leontine attempted to look surprised. This was, however, lost on the mage, who was as human as Caitlin — as human, in fact, as most of the other paper pushers who called the office their second home.

Leontines were many things, but actor wasn't one of them. They were sort of the anti-actor.

"Tell your superior that I will have words with the Imperial Order about this!"

As he'd now heard a variant of this speech three times, he had it memorized. It generated some paperwork, on the other hand, which soured a mood that was worse than sour to begin with.

Holding his tongue was difficult. Holding his claws was a shade more difficult. He managed to breathe shallowly enough that the growl couldn't be heard over the mage's shouts.

Which went on for another five minutes before he stormed off. It was a wonder he wasn't followed by black clouds and lightning bolts. "Oh dear," Caitlin said again, rising. "He didn't last two days."

Marcus shrugged, letting the growl into his words. "I told the Hawklord," he said.

"I know. I think we all tried. There must be a suitable mage somewhere in the Order — "

"I doubt it. You know how the Dragon Emperor feels about mages and sanity." Marcus pushed himself out of his chair. His claws clicked against the floorboards.

"I'll tell the Hawklord," he said with a shrug.

"I'll talk to Kaylin," Caitlin added.

Kaylin Neya was sitting in the West Room, her arms folded across her chest. There was a candle on the desk; it had been cut in half.

"Dear," Caitlin said quietly, "I think you're supposed to light it."

Kaylin muttered something about light and places in which it didn't shine. She was the youngest of Marcus's Hawks, and it showed.

"He really is a nice old man," Caitlin began.

"They're all supposed to be 'nice old men." Kaylin shoved herself out of her chair as if she were a miniature Marcus. On the other hand, she had boots instead of bare pads, and her very human nature didn't lend itself to extended claws and long fangs. "They're arrogant, they're long-winded, and they think they know everything."

"They do know a lot — "

"They know a lot about useless things! Light a candle?" She rolled her eyes. "I can light a candle in five seconds, the normal way. I can kill a man just as easily as a mage — and probably more efficiently." Her hands fell to her daggers and rested there. "I can run faster, I can see farther, I can — "

"Kaylin," Caitlin said, raising both her hands. "No one is doubting your competence as a Hawk. You're an officer of the Halls of Law."

"And how is this supposed to help me?"

"You cut the candle in half, dear?"

"It didn't get that way by itself."

"No, I imagine it didn't." Caitlin shrugged. "You've already annoyed a number of the Imperial mages. I do think it would be best for the Hawks if you tried not to annoy any more." She paused. Added, "You've got to expect a little arrogance, Kaylin. These men are old, they've survived the Emperor's service, and they are considered experts in their field. Given your general reaction to any power that isn't owned by the Hawks, I'll forgo mention of the fact that these men are powerful. And you're insulting their life's work."

Kaylin's lips were set in a line that could be called thin. Or invisible. "I don't want to be part of their life's work," she said at last. "I want to be part of my life's work. I want — all I've wanted since the first day I was introduced to all of you — is to be a Hawk."

"You are a Hawk, Kaylin."

"The Hawks don't employ mages."

Caitlin's smile froze in place. "You do realize that annoying them probably won't stop them from coming?"

"I can try."

The older woman's expression gave trying a different meaning. "I believe the Hawklord will want to speak with you. Again."

Kaylin's shoulders sagged. She walked past Caitlin and out of the room.

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Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Michelle Sagara writes as both Michelle Sagara and Michelle West; she is also published as Michelle Sagara West. She lives in Toronto with her long-suffering husband and her two children, and to her regret has no dogs.

She can be found @msagara on Twitter or http://msagarawest.wordpress.com

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Cast in Courtlight (Chronicles of Elantra Series #2) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 108 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This author has created another awesome series. I have read and enjoyed these novels in print, and am now putting them on my Nook. The tales of Elantra series is one of my most favoite. Enjoy the Sun Sword series just as much. Both include well-rounded characters. Even the smaller characters are at least three dimensional and the characters who dance evily around the main heroic characters throuhout these two series, are, like the heroic characters multii-dimensional; they twist from villain to hero and some mixture of both that draws you to want to root for them in spite of the fact that they are deeply evil at the core. The heroes are humane. brave in the face of fear, and this reader found each unique and admrable. I was drawn deeply into both worlds. Sagara/West is a truly great author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the story and characters, my only complaint is in bringing to the nook format, this particular book insists on returning to the cover - which is NOT sized correctly for the format and is pixelated - rather than going back to the bookmarked page.  it's very irritating to have to find my page EVERY TIME!
SeeMichelleRead More than 1 year ago
Kaylin Neya is in over her head. After defeating age-old magic bent on destruction (when is it ever not?) she is summoned to the Barrani High Court to heal the Lord of the West March, second son of the powerful Lord of the High Courts. Being summoned to the Barrani courts (especially when you're not Barrani) is never a good thing and Kaylin must remain on her toes to come out unscathed when dealing with this arrogant and treacherous race. Never far from her side is the enigmatic Severn who I for one was happy to get to know better. As Kaylin and Severn slowly unravel the mystery of why they were called to court and it's importance to Elantra at large, they discover an ancient evil that is threatening to take over. Kaylin must rely on her magic - which is only spotty at best - and her instincts which tell her the solution might be the simplest one of all. I was much more impressed by Michelle Sagara's world building in this book. I was pretty frustrated while reading the first one, Cast in Shadow, becuase I didn't know what was happening most of the time. Maybe it's becuase I already had a decent background of the five races and their politics but I felt drawn into this story from the very outset. Cast in Courtlight gave a truly fascinating look at the Barrani culture and history - actually, I enjoyed just learning about the race in general. And Kaylin is complicated - full of ability but hesitatnt to use it. She also doesn't know when to shut up - an admirable quilaity in any heroine in my books. I'm definitely going to go for book three now. seemichelleread.blogspot.com
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Kaylin had defeated an age old enemy that wants to rule over her world. She got over some issues of her past and has been marked by an outcast. You would think that after saving the world there would be a little break for her but saving people is what she does. Kaylin has been requested to save the High Lord's son, the Lord of the West March. By doing so she will have to go to the Barrani High Court to save him. Since we already know Kaylin doesn't know when to stop talking, her mouth could be the hardest problem for her. Kaylin will have friends by her side to help threw the taskes set before her. Hopefully they all make it out intact.
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PatH More than 1 year ago
I love this genre - strong female lead in a futuristic/fantasy setting. The author is a very visual writer, but there are still a lot of gaps in the story line. I keep hoping future books will answer some of the questions. It gets very complicated. NOT a mindless read.
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I truly enjoyed this novel. The only thing i didn't like was the constant reference to Kalin's lack of education and the implication of the Barrani being scary, I just didn't see it. There was no examples of the reasons Kaylin feared their wrath.
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