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Sybella's duty as Death's assassin in 15th-century France forces her return home to the personal hell that she had finally escaped. Love and romance, history and magic, vengeance and salvation converge in this thrilling sequel to Grave Mercy. Sybella arrives at the convent’s doorstep half mad with grief and despair. Those that serve Death are only too happy to offer her refuge—but at a price. The convent views Sybella, naturally skilled in the arts of both death and seduction, as one of their most dangerous weapons. But those assassin's skills are little comfort when the convent returns her to a life that nearly drove her mad. And while Sybella is a weapon of justice wrought by the god of Death himself, He must give her a reason to live. When she discovers an unexpected ally imprisoned in the dungeons, will a daughter of Death find something other than vengeance to live for?
Robin LaFevers has said that she was raised on a steady diet of fairy tales, Bulfinch's mythology, and nineteenth century romantic poetry. With that formative education, it should not surprise us that her Fair Assassin series carries the atmosphere of a pedigree fantasy. Set in fifteenth century France, this standalone sequel to Grave Mercy brings sympathetic assassin Sybella to a convent and a moment of great personal crisis.
"Brimming with powerful emotions, thrilling sword fights, and accurate period detail, this tightly plotted tale will enthrall readers of romantic historical fantasy."
—Publishers Weekly, starred review
"Personal where Grave Mercy was political and comprehensive, this story focuses tightly on Sybella as she seeks vengeance upon the many men who have wronged her. . . . Her romantic relationship with the imprisoned warrior unfolds with a sweet tenderness that romance fans will relish."
—Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
"Romantic fantasy with a vengence. . . LaFevers offers a pungent mix of inner torment, costume drama, and dagger-, sword-, poison-, and garrote-play."
—Horn Book
Chapter One
Nantes, Brittany 1489
I did not arrive at the convent of Saint Mortain some green stripling. By the time I was sent there, my death count numbered three, and I had had two lovers besides. Even so, there were some things they were able to teach me: Sister Serafina the art of poison, Sister Thomine how to wield a blade, and Sister Arnette where best to strike with it, laying out all the vulnerable points on a mans body like an astronomer charting the stars.
If only they had taught me how to watch innocents die as well as they taught me how to kill, I would be far better prepared for this nightmare into which Ive been thrust.
I pause at the foot of the winding steps to see if I am being watched. The scullery woman scrubbing the marble hall, the sleepy page dozing against the doorwayeither one of them could be a spy. Even if neither has been assigned to watch me, someone is always willing to tattle in the hopes of earning a few crumbs of favor.
Caution prevails and I decide to use the south stairs and then double back through the lower hall to approach the north tower from that side. I am very careful to step precisely where the maid has just washed, and I hear her mutter a curse under her breath. Good. Now I can be certain she has seen me and will not forget if she is questioned.
In the lower hall, there are few servants about. Those who have not been driven out are busy with their duties or have gone to ground like clever, prudent rats.
When at last I reach the north wing of the palace, it is empty. Quickening my pace, I hurry toward the north tower, but I am so busy looking behind me that I nearly stumble over a small figure sitting at the base of the stairs.
I bite back an oath of annoyance and glare down to see it is a child. A young girl. What are you doing here? I snap. My nerves are already tightly strung, and this new worry does them little good. Where is your mother?
The girl looks up at me with eyes like damp violets, and true fear clutches at my gut. Has no one thought to warn her how dangerous it is for a pretty child to wander these halls alone? I want to reach down and shake hershake her motherand shout at her that she is not safe here, not on these steps, not in this castle. I force myself to take a deep breath instead.
Mama is dead, the child says, her voice high and quivery.
I glance to the stairs, where my first duty lies, but I cannot leave this child here. What is your name?
Odette, she says, uncertain whether to be frightened of me or not.
Well, Odette, this is no place to play. I nearly stepped on you. Have you no one to look after you?
My sister. But when she is working, I am to hide like a little mouse.
At least her sister is no fool. But this is not a good place to hide, is it? Look how easily I found you!
For the first time, the girl gives me a shy smile, and in that moment, she reminds me so much of my youngest sister, Louise, that I cannot breathe. Thinking quickly, I take her hand and lead her back to the main hallway.
Hurry, hurry, hurry nips at my heels like a braying hound.
See that door? She nods, watching me uncertainly. Go through that door, then down the stairs. The chapel is there, and it is a most excellent hiding place. And since dAlbret and his men never visit the chapel, she will be safe enough. Who is your sister?
Tilde.
Very well. I will tell Tilde where you are so she may come and get you when her work is done.
Thank you, Odette says, then skips off down the hall. I long to escort her there myself, but I already risk being too late for what I must do.
I turn back around and take the stairs two at a time. The thick wooden door on the landing has a new latch, stiff with disuse. I lift it slowly to be certain it will not creak out an alarm.
As I step into the cold winter sunshine, a bitter wind whips at my hair, tearing it from the net that holds it in place. All my caution has cost me precious time, and I pray that I have not been brought up here only to see those I love slaughtered.
I hurry to the crenellated wall and look down into the field below. A small party of mounted knights waits patiently while an even smaller party confers with that braying ass Marshal Rieux. I recognize the duchess immediately, her dainty figure poised on her gray palfrey. She looks impossibly small, far too small to carry the fate of our kingdom on her slender shoulders. That she has managed to hold off a French invasion for this long is impressive; that she has done so in spite of being betrayed by a full half of her councilors is close to a miracle.
Behind her and to the right is Ismae, sister of my heart and, possibly, my blood, if what the nuns at the convent told us is true. My pulse begins to race, but whether in joy that I am not too late or in panic at what I know is coming, I cannot tell.
Keeping my gaze fixed on Ismae, I gather up all my fear and dread and hurl them at her, like stones in a catapult.
She does not so much as glance in my direction.
From deep in the bowels of the castle, off toward the east, comes a faint rumble as the portcullis is raised. This time when I cast my warning, I fling my arms out as well, as if I am shooing away a flock of ducks. I hopepraythat some bond still exists between us that will allow her to sense me.
But her eyes remain fixed on the duchess in front of her, and I nearly scream in frustration. Flee, my mind cries. It is a trap. Then, just as I fear I must throw myself from the battlements to gain her attention, Ismae looks up. Flee, I beg, then sweep my arms out once more.
It works. She looks away from me to the eastern gate, then turns to shout something to the soldier next to her, and I grow limp with relief.
The small party on the field springs to life, shouting orders and calling to one another. Ismae points again, this time to the west. Good. She has seen the second arm of the trap. Now I must only hope that my warning has not come too late.
Once Marshal Rieux and his men realize what is happening, they wheel their mounts around and gallop back to the city. The duchess and her party move to fall into a new formation but have not yet left the field.
Flee! The word beats frantically against my breast, but I dare not utter it, afraid that even though I stand on this isolated tower someone from the castle might hear. I lean forward, gripping the cold, rough stone of the battlements so hard that it bites into my gloveless fingers.
The first line of dAlbrets troops rides into my sight, my half brother ierre in the vanguard. Then, just when I am certain it is too late, the duchesss party splits in two, and a paltry dozen of the duchesss men turn their mounts to meet the coming onslaught. Twelve against two hundred. Hollow laughter at the futility of their actions escapes my throat but is snatched up by the wind before anyone can hear it.
As the duchess and two others gallop away, Ismae hesitates. I bite my lip to keep from shouting. She cannot think she can help the doomed knights? Their cause is hopeless, and not even our skills can help the twelve who so valiantly ride to their deaths.
Flee. This time I do utter the word aloud, but just like my laughter, it is caught up by the cold, bitter wind and carried high above, where no one can hear it. Not the one it is meant to warn, nor those who would punish me for the betrayal.
But perhaps something has carried my warning to Ismae all the same, for she finally wheels her mount around and gallops after the duchess. The iron band squeezing my lungs eases somewhat, for while it is hard enough to watch these men meet their deaths, I could not bear to watch Ismae die.
Or worse, be captured.
If that happened, I would kill her myself rather than leave her to dAlbret, for he will grant her no mercy. Not after she ruined his plans in Gurande and nearly gutted him like a fish. He has had many days to hone his vengeance to a razor-sharp edge.
It is folly for me to linger. I should leave now while there is no chance of being discovered, but I cannot turn away. Like the rushing water of a swollen river, dAlbrets forces swarm the duchesss guard. The resounding clash is like thunder as armor crashes into armor, pikes break through shields, and swords meet.
I am astounded at the ferocity of the duchesss men. They all fight as if they are all possessed by the spirit of Saint Camulos himself, slashing through their attackers much as farmers scythe through stalks of grain. By some miracle, they hold the oncoming line, and their efforts delay dAlbrets forces long enough for the duchesss party to reach the safety of the trees. DAlbrets greater number of men will be less of an advantage if they all must duck and dodge branches and bracken.
From the east, a trumpet sounds. I frown and look that way, fearing dAlbret has thought to arrange for a third mounted force. But no, the black and white banner of the Rennes garrison stands in stark relief against the crisp blue sky as an additional dozen men ride into the melee. When the duchess and the others finally disappear over the horizon, I allow myself to draw my first full breath.
But even with the infusion of new troops, it is a crushing defeat. The duchesss guards have no chance, not against so many. My hand itches for a weapon, but the knives I carry will do no good from this distance. A crossbow would work, but they are nigh unto impossible to conceal, and so I watch helplessly.
DAlbret had only ever planned for a trapa quick in-and-out, thrust and parry, and then return with the prize. Once he realizes the quarry has escaped and he no longer has the element of surprise, he gives the signal for his soldiers to fall back behind the castle walls. Better to cut his losses than waste any more men in this failed gambit.
The battle below is nearly over. Only one soldier continues to fight, a great big ox of a man who doesnt have the sense to die quickly like the others. His helm has been knocked from his head, and three arrows pierce his armor, which is dented in a dozen places. His chain mail is torn, and the cuts beneath it bleed profusely, but still he fights with a nearly inhuman strength, stumbling ever forward into the mass of his enemies. It is all right, I long to tell him. Your young duchess is safe. You may die in peace, and then you will be safe as well.
His head jerks up from the blow he has just taken, and across the distance our eyes meet. I wonder what color they are and how quickly they will film over once Death claims him.
Then one of dAlbrets men lunges forward and cuts the knights horse out from under him. A long, despairing bellow escapes him as he goes down, and like ants swarming a scrap of meat, his enemies are upon him. The mans death cry reaches all the way up to the tower and wraps itself around my heart, calling for me to join it.
A fierce wave of longing surges through me, and I am jealous of that knight and the oblivion that claims him. He is free now, just like the gathering vultures who circle overhead. How easily they come and go, how far above danger they fly. I am not sure I can return to my own cage, a cage built of lies and suspicions and fear. A cage so full of darkness and shadow it may as well be death.
I lean forward, pushing my body out past the battlements. The wind plucks at my cloak, buffets me, as if it would carry me off in flight, just like the birds or the knights soul. Let go, it cries. I will take you far, far away. I want to laugh at the exhilarating feeling. I will catch you, it whistles seductively.
Would it hurt? I wonder, staring down at the jagged rocks below. Would I feel the moment of my landing? I close my eyes and imagine hurtling through space, rushing down, down, down, to my death.
Would it even work? At the convent, the sisters of Mortain were as stingy with their knowledge of our deathly skills and abilities as a miser is with his coin. I do not fully understand all the powers Death has bestowed upon me. Besides, Death has already rejected me twice. What if He did so a third time and I had to spend the rest of my life broken and helpless, forever at the mercy of those around me? That thought has me shuddering violently, and I take a step away from the wall.
Sybella?
Fresh panic flares in my breast, and my hand reaches for the cross nestled among the folds of my skirt, for it is no ordinary crucifix but a cunningly disguised knife designed for me by the convent. Even as I turn around, I widen my eyes as if excited and curve the corners of my mouth up in a brazen smile.
Julian stands in the doorway. What are you doing out here? he asks.
I let my eyes sparkle with pleasureas if Im glad to see him rather than dismayedthen turn back around to the battlement to compose myself. I shove all my true thoughts and feelings deep inside, for while Julian is the kindest of them all, he is no fool. And he has always been skilled at reading me. Watching the rout. I am careful to make my voice purr with excitement. At least he did not find me until after I warned Ismae.
He joins me at the wall, so close that our elbows touch, and casts me a look of wry admiration. You wanted to watch?
I roll my eyes in disdain. It matters not. The bird slipped the net.
Julian tears his gaze away from me and looks out onto the field for the first time. The duchess got away?
Im afraid so.
He glances quickly back at me, but I keep the look of contempt plastered to my face like a shield. He will not be happy, Julian says.
No, he will not. And the rest of us will pay the price. I look at him as if just now noticing he is not dressed for battle. Why are you not on the field with the others?
I was ordered to stay behind.
A brief spasm of fear clutches my heart. Is dAlbret having me watched so very closely, then?
Julian offers me his arm. We need to get back to the hall before he does.
I dimple at him and cozy up to his arm, letting it almost but not quite brush against my breast. It is the one power I have over himdoling out favors just often enough that he does not need to grab for them.
As we reach the tower door, Julian glances back over his shoulder at the battlement then turns his unreadable gaze on me. I will not tell anyone that you were up here, he says.
I shrug, as if it is of no difference to me. Even so, I fear he will make me pay for this kindness of his.
Already I regret not jumping while I had the chance.
I adored last year's GRAVE MERCY, and I've been so excited for the release of DARK TRIUMPH. I was lucky enough to participate in the Blog Tour for this fantastic sequel, which never let me down and was everything I wanted it to be--and more. Can readers pick up DARK TRIUMPH without having read GRAVE MERCY? Yes, absolutely. DARK TRIUMPH is a self-contained story with an arc of its own. Would I <i>recommend</i>
reading DARK TRIUMPH before GRAVE MERCY? No, not really. Robin LaFevers doesn't spend a lot of time re-introducing characters from the first book who take on a more secondary role this time around, choosing to instead focus on Sybella and her story. There's also a lot more insight into the daughters of Mortain the first time around. That isn't to say readers won't still <i>enjoy</i>
DARK TRIUMPH if they pick it up blind, but they won't have as much perspective as they would by reading GRAVE MERCY first. This also isn't a series with evil cliffhangers that carry from year to year, so readers should feel secure in picking up the book and reading it now without waiting for all three titles to come out. These are companion novels with interconnecting themes and plots, but the wait won't make you crazy. If your memory isn't great between books, you'll remember the important stuff as you read, because LaFevers reintroduces elements well.
From the first book, I knew that <i>His Fair Assassin</i>
would surely follow Ismae, Sybella, and Annith, three daughters of Mortain introduced early on in GRAVE MERCY. I didn't know what else to expect. DARK TRIUMPH is more intimate than GRAVE MERCY in many ways. Sybella has been through so much darkness and overcome it all. I never could have anticipated the multitude of horrors she's faced, and just when I think I've unwrapped the last layer, there's always an even grimmer secret lurking. I didn't expect the vast scope and depth of DARK TRIUMPH in retrospect to my reading of GRAVE MERCY. I was always curious about Sybella based on her interactions with Ismae in the first book, but I never imagined the extent of her past. Her plight is so much more harrowing than I ever thought possible.In fact, I want to go back and re-read GRAVE MERCY just to soak up every glimpse of Sybella now, because I will read those moments entirely differently than I did a year ago.
It's very hard to talk about plot without giving so much away, since intrigue is a big part in what makes the <i>His Fair Assassin</i>
series work so well. Like with GRAVE MERCY, DARK TRIUMPH revolves around historical elements and figures from the past, combining them with fantasy and mythological lore to create a fascinating story full of romance, heartbreak, deceit, kingdom politics, and more. In the first book, it is Isame's job to prevent D'Albret from forcing Duchess Anne into marriage. In the second, we realize that D'Albret is Sybella's father, and even crueler than we could have ever imagined when reading the first book. The convent of Saint Mortain has returned Sybella to her childhood household as a spy, but being back home rips open all the wounds that Sybella first tried to run away from. When D'Albret takes the Beast of Waroch prisoner, Sybella is assigned the task of breaking him out, which will force her to sever ties to her family in irrevocable ways.
I had a feeling we'd see the Beast of Waroch make an appearance in DARK TRIUMPH and LaFevers didn't disappoint. One prediction down, and one to go: Over the past two books, there have been hints of deceit and secrecy coming from within the convent, and I fully expect MORTAL HEART to sink into this issue when it releases next year, especially since it revolves around sheltered Annith's journey. I definitely wouldn't recommend this series to younger readers because it can be very mature, but I would recommend it to anyone who wants a captivating fantasy that's easy to fall into. After I finished reading it, I had so much trouble reading anything else for a while because I was so immersed in LaFever's world, and the same thing happened last year when I read GRAVE MERCY. Sybella goes through so much more than any human being should have to and you'd think she'd be damaged for life, but through DARK TRIUMPH, she finds away to, well, triumph. Sybella is an incredibly resilient character that I fell in love with and rooted for over the course of the novel, and I think you will, too.
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Posted April 18, 2013
Though this book is good, its is not as good as the first. Many books are like this. I would strongly suggest you read the sample before buying it. I have made that mistake many times and it is a complete waste of money. But I hope this does not worry you too much. It is good, just do not buy it first. Read the sample.
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Posted April 3, 2013
I loved the first book and was unsure before starting this one but I was blown away and read it in just two sittings, I could not put it down! The story of Sybella envelops you as you learn about her past. I cannot wait for the third book, but first I will have to read this one a few more hundred times!
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.I have to say, I loved Dark Triumph by R.L. LaFevers even more than book one, Grave Mercy! It was darker and I felt as though it were more action packed. I felt more nervous for the main character and her companions about getting busted than I did for the characters in the first book. I felt as though I was more emotionally invested and felt so much hate and repulsion for the villain, Alain d’Albret. I thought that my hate for him had peaked midway through the book, but when dark secrets are revealed, my loathing for him intensified. He truly was like evil incarnate.
Dark Triumph by R.L. LaFevers is told in the voice of Sybella…and oh what a voice author, R.L. LavFevers has given her! We bear witness to the strength of a strong and remarkable woman who is almost broken, but finds a strength deep inside of herself to seek vengeance upon the very man who has made her regret the life she was given.
Dark Triumph follows the journey of Sybella D’Albret, daughter of Alain d’Albret, a man who rules his people with an iron fist and a cold heart. After escaping the pain and deceit in her home she is allowed the opportunity to train at the Convent as one of Death’s handmaidens…one who is skilled in the art of assassination. After completing her training at the Convent, she is sent back to the very home she had escaped, with a promise from Abbess of Saint Mortain that she will be able to kill her father.
Unfortunately, much time passes and the marque that appears on those that she has been granted to kill never shows up on d’Albret. She suffers through much pain and is constantly looking over her shoulder as she tries to do the missions the Convent sends to her, all to assist the Duchess.
But one mission changes everything for Sybella. She is commissioned to rescue a captured knight and return him back to the Duchess. The knight in questions happens to be none other than Benebic de Waroch, also known as Beast. And all thanks to Beast, Sybella’s simple plan of breaking out this prisoner all goes to hell in a hand basket, and her plans change. Whether it’s for the greater good or for the worse depends on Sybella.
OMG this book. I loved it. It was full of non-stop action, constant plot twists, characters that are both original and were addictively written, and a story that is pretty unforgettable. If you’ve read book one, Grave Mercy, then you many find that Dark Triumph is more of a darker read.
It completely baffled my mind how much strength and courage that Sybella must have had deep inside her to be able to continue living under the same off as her psychotic father and unstable brothers. I can’t even imagine having to endure all the she has had to go through both before she left the first time and after the return. I have to say, I think she is my fav. Kick ass female character right now. Only is she physically capable to take down any man that gets in her way, but mentally – she has to be pretty strong to survive what she has. And holy crap the freaking crap she has had to put up with. Those crazy ass brothers of her, and her insane father!
But with all this hate, there has to be some love, am I right? And enter Beast. Ohhhhh Beast… This character grows and grows on you until you just can’t get enough of him! The fact that Beast is constantly being referred to as an ugly ogre does not deter me from falling head of heels for this giant hero. For although he may be lacking in the looks department, he more than makes up for it with his patience, his kindness, and his heart. A perfect example of how looks are not everything and that what makes the love bloom is not what is on the outside, but what is inside of someone. Even though Sybella tells him time and time again that he is ugly, I feel bad for him each and every time even though it doesn’t affect him! He still smiles and cracks jokes. And because of the way in which Beast acts when he is told that he is unbelievable ugly, he is instantly hotter and sexier than most characters in books I’ve read.
Although there are a whole slew of characters in this book, the way in which the author presents them makes it easy to follow, and not all difficult to figure out who is who from where. And it’s pretty epic that characters from book one make a reappearance in this installment.
Not only are the characters pretty awesome, but the story that lies within these pages is unbelievable. As I’ve said before, the twists and turns in this book made it all that more addictive. The fact that I felt so nervous for our champions for fear that they would be found and captured had my heart racing, and had me on the edge of my seat. Whatever emotion that you can think of, I’m pretty sure that it can be found and felt in this book.
Fans of Grave Mercy will completely devour Dark Triump by R.L. LaFevers. A story mixed with history and a bit of paranormal makes Dark Triumph an instant hit and a book that will leave readers everywhere breathless and anticipating book three, Mortal Heart. I know I, for one, can’t wait to get my hands on this one and dive back into this amazing world created by an amazing author.
Jen_S_BookWitch
Posted May 16, 2013
This is one of those books that I’m not sure how to put into words how much I loved it. Grave Mercy was really good but Dark Triumph was to me amazing.
When we were introduced to Sybella in Grave Mercy I was never very sure if I liked her or not. I thought this person is probably crazy but Ismae had seemed like she trusted her and it made me too. This sounds weird since they are book characters but that is seriously what I thought. Sybella is by no means naive even though she is really a novice assassin. Her tortured life has seen to that and we start off the books with only bits and pieces of what has happened in the past. When things are finally revealed it went beyond even my worst assumptions. She is amazingly strong and hardened and yet she wants to protect the innocent. It didn’t take me long to warm to her character.
Beast was such a great match up for Sybella and I didn’t care that they kept calling him ugly it didn’t even register on my radar because he is such a great character. I love the way that he is able to banter with Sybella so easily. Plus he just ignores any of her attempts to sway him from having any interest in her. I loved him for it, how could she not too. For a girl who has been so mistreated Beast is like a lifeline, but he is not so far from her own nature that it would make the match unbelievable. They both enjoy battle lust and therefore it’s something that gives them common ground. They can fight side by side or exchange ideas on battle tactics. This is the kind of girl that Beast needs for the lifestyle he leads, rather than someone that waits at home from him. Plus with Sybella being so exposed to the ugliness that beautiful things can hide she easily sees Beast gentle eyes and demeanor even though he is scarred and “ugly”.
We have a lot of great side characters. Yannic, the loyal gargoyle, had his moments of stealing the show even though he couldn’t even talk. We also have the reappearance of Ismae which at first kind of took me off guard. It was weird not being in Ismae’s head when she was interacting with Sybella. It was nice though to see the two cross paths. You are looking at things from Sybella’s eyes now so it gives it a different take. There is also Julian who for some reason I had a soft spot for, even thought that seemed wrong but I felt like he really cared about Sybella and that their twisted world is what caused the strangeness in their relationship.
This story had more adventure then Grave Mercy. Where Grave Mercy is set more in the political aspects and the court intrigue this novel is more about being on the field and in the front lines. Sybella and Beast not only spend time in the Lion’s Den but also must cross the countryside to meet up with the Duchess. They also often find themselves engaged in different types of battles as they go along.
My heart really went out to Sybella in this book and I cannot wait to read Annith’s tale next. Robin created such a wonderful world that it’s easy for me to get lost in. After reading the book I had to take a minute to collect myself and remember that there is no one out to kill me and I don’t live in Brittany.
Anonymous
Posted May 10, 2013
I love both books. They are amazing. I would recommend reading the first book, rather than just picking up the second one.
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Posted May 1, 2013
Absolutely gripping! I can not wait for MORTAL HEART to be released next year, this series is only going to get better. Great writing and I would highly recommend this series!
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Posted April 26, 2013
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Another great book, fast paced, interesting, and well written. I am anxiously awaiting the third installment.
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Posted April 26, 2013
easy to read, very captivating, had a hard time putting it down. while there are "intimate momements" implied they are not inapproprite for the teen reader.
I also reccommend the first book.
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Posted April 24, 2013
One of the best books I have read in years. Well developed characters and many surprises I did not predict along the way. In my opinion this book is way better than the first. Here, here Robin!
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Posted April 23, 2013
First book was a love story with magic and adventure and mystical old religions. This is a magical adventure with a love story and mystical old religions. Both excellently well written.
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Read the first book and could not wait for the second. Just finished the second and couldn't put it down! Hope you injoy it just as much as I did.
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Overview
Spring 2013 Kids' Indie Next List
Sybella's duty as Death's assassin in 15th-century France forces her return home to the personal hell that she had finally escaped. Love and romance, history and magic, vengeance and salvation converge in this thrilling sequel to Grave Mercy. Sybella arrives at the convent’s doorstep half mad with grief and despair. Those that serve Death are only too happy to offer her refuge—but at ...