Hidden Warrior

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A trick of magic, a twist of fate.
As the orphaned nephew of the king, trusted companion to his cousin, and second heir to the throne of Skala, Prince Tobin’s future is clear. But not as clear as the spring in which a hill witch shows him his true face--and his secret destiny....
Now Tobin carries a burden he cannot share with even his closest friend, Ki, his squire. He is to rule--not as he is but as he was born: a woman. Given the shape of a ...
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Overview

A trick of magic, a twist of fate.
As the orphaned nephew of the king, trusted companion to his cousin, and second heir to the throne of Skala, Prince Tobin’s future is clear. But not as clear as the spring in which a hill witch shows him his true face--and his secret destiny....
Now Tobin carries a burden he cannot share with even his closest friend, Ki, his squire. He is to rule--not as he is but as he was born: a woman. Given the shape of a boy by dark magic, Tobin is the last hope of the people of Illior--those who desperately seek a return to the old ways, when Skala was ruled by a line of warrior queens. They still believe that only a woman can lift the war, famine, and pestilence that have run rampant through the land since the king usurped his half sister’s throne. It is these outlaw wizards and witches who protect Tobin--and it is for them that Tobin must accept his fate.
With the unsuspecting yet fiercely loyal Ki at his side, Tobin must turn traitor against the only blood ties he has left. He must lift the masks of Skala’s rulers to show their true colors--before he can reveal the power of the woman within himself.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780732277116
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Australia
  • Publication date: 12/17/2003
  • Pages: 576
  • Product dimensions: 4.45 (w) x 7.20 (h) x 1.46 (d)

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Chapter 1

Still caught at the edge of dark dreams, Tobin slowly became aware of the smell of beef broth and a soft, indistinct flow of voices nearby. They cut through the darkness like a beacon, drawing him awake. That was Nari's voice. What was his nurse doing in Ero?
Tobin opened his eyes and saw with a mix of relief and confusion that he was in his old room at the keep. A brazier stood near the open window, casting a pattern of red light through its pierced brass lid. The little night lamp cast a brighter glow, making shadows dance around the rafters. The bed linens and his nightshirt smelled of lavender and fresh air. The door was closed, but he could still hear Nari talking quietly to someone outside.

Sleep-fuddled, he let his gaze wander around the room, content for the moment just to be home. A few of his wax sculptures stood on the windowsill, and the wooden practice swords leaned in the corner by the door. The spiders had been busy among the ceiling beams; cobwebs large and fine as a lady's veil stirred gently in a current of air.

A bowl was on the table beside his bed, with a horn spoon laid out ready beside it. It was the spoon Nari had always fed him with when he was sick.

Am I sick?

Had Ero been nothing but a fever dream? he wondered drowsily. And his father's death, and his mother's, too? He ached a little, and the middle of his chest hurt, but he felt more hungry than ill. As he reached for the bowl, he caught sight of something that shattered his sleepy fantasies.

The ugly old rag doll lay in plain view on the clothes chest across the room. Even from here, he could make out the fresh white thread stitching up the doll's dingy side.

Tobin clutched at the comforter as fragments of images flooded back. The last thing he remembered clearly was lying in Lhel's oak tree house in the woods above the keep. The witch had cut the doll open and shown him bits of infant bones--Brother's bones--hidden in the stuffing. Hidden by his mother when she'd made the thing. Using a fragment of bone instead of skin, Lhel had bound Brother's soul to Tobin's again.

Tobin reached into the neck of his nightshirt with trembling fingers and felt gingerly at the sore place on his chest. Yes, there it was; a narrow ridge of raised skin running down the center of his breastbone where Lhel had sewn him up like a torn shirt. He could feel the tiny ridges of the stitches, but no blood. The wound was nearly healed already, not raw like the one on Brother's chest. Tobin prodded at it, finding the hard little lump the piece of bone made under his skin. He could wiggle it like a tiny loose tooth.

Skin strong, but bone stronger, Lhel had said.

Tucking his chin, Tobin looked down and saw that neither the bump nor the stitching was visible. Just like before, no one could see what she'd done to him.

A wave of dizziness rolled over him as he remembered how Brother had looked, floating facedown just above him while Lhel worked. The ghost's face was twisted with pain; tears of blood fell from his black eyes and the unhealed wound on his breast.

Dead can't be hurt, keesa, Lhel told him, but she was wrong.

Tobin curled up against the pillow and stared miserably at the doll. All those years of hiding it, all the fear and worry, and here it lay for anyone to see.

But how had it gotten here? He'd left it behind when he'd run away from the city.

Suddenly scared without knowing why, he almost cried out for Nari, but shame choked him. He was a Royal Companion, far too old to be needing a nurse.

And what would she say about the doll? Surely she'd seen it by now. Brother showed him a vision once of how people would react if they knew, their looks of disgust. Only girls wanted dolls . .

Tears filled his eyes, transforming the lamp flame into a shifting yellow star. "I'm not a girl!" he whispered.

"Yes, you are."

And there was Brother beside the bed, even though Tobin hadn't spoken the summoning words. The ghost's chill presence rolled over him in waves.

"No!" Tobin covered his ears. "I know who I am."

"I'm the boy!" Brother hissed. Then, with a mean leer, "Sister."

"No!" Tobin shuddered and buried his face in the pillow. "No no no no!"

Gentle hands lifted him. Nari held him tight, stroking his head. "What is it, pet? What's wrong?" She was still dressed for the day, but her brown hair was unbound over her shoulders. Brother was still there, but she didn't seem to notice him.
Tobin clung to her for a moment, hiding his face against her shoulder the way he used to, before pride made him pull back.

"You knew," he whispered, remembering. "Lhel told me. You always knew! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I told her not to." Iya stepped partway into the little circle of light. It left half her square, wrinkled face in shadow, but he knew her by her worn traveling gown and the thin, iron-grey braid that hung over one shoulder to her waist.

Brother knew her, too. He disappeared, but an instant later the doll flew off the chest and struck the old woman in the face. The wooden swords followed, clacking like a crane's bill as she fended them off with an upraised hand. Then the heavy wardrobe began to shake ominously, grating across the floor in Iya's direction.

"Stop it!" cried Tobin.

The wardrobe stopped moving and Brother reappeared by the bed, hatred crackling in the air around him as he glared at the old wizard. Iya flinched, but did not back away.

"You can see him?" asked Tobin.

"Yes. He's been with you ever since Lhel completed the new binding."

"Can you see him, Nari?"

She shivered. "No, thank the Light. But I can feel him."

Tobin turned back to the wizard. "Lhel said you told her to do it! She said you wanted me to look like my brother."

"I did what Illior required of me." Iya settled at the foot of the bed. The light struck her full on now. She looked tired and old, yet there was hardness in her eyes that made him glad Nari was still beside him.

"It was Illior's will," Iya said again. "What was done was done for Skala's sake, as much as for you. The day is coming when you must rule, Tobin, as your mother should have ruled."

"I don't want to!"

"I shouldn't wonder, child." Iya sighed and some of the hardness left her face. "You were never meant to find out the truth so young. It must have been a terrible shock, especially the way you found out."

Tobin looked away, mortified. He'd thought the blood seeping between his legs had been the first sign of the plague. The truth had been worse.

"Even Lhel was taken by surprise. Arkoniel tells me she showed you your true face before she wove the new magic."

"This is my true face!"

"My face!" Brother snarled.

Nari jumped and Tobin guessed even she'd heard that. He took a closer look at Brother; the ghost looked more solid than he had for a long time, almost real. It occurred to Tobin that he'd been hearing his twin's voice out loud, too, not just a whisper in his mind like before.

"He's rather distracting," said Iya. "Could you send him away, please? And ask him not to make a fuss around the place this time?"

Tobin was tempted to refuse, but for Nari's sake he whispered the words Lhel had taught him. "Blood, my blood. Flesh, my flesh. Bone, my bone." Brother vanished like a snuffed candle and the room felt warmer.

"That's better!" Taking up the bowl, Nari went to the brazier and dipped up the broth she had warming in a pot on the coals. "Here, get some of this into you. You've hardly eaten in days."

Ignoring the spoon, Tobin took the bowl and drank from it. This was Cook's special sickroom broth, rich with beef marrow, parsley, wine, and milk, along with the healing herbs.

He drained the bowl and Nari refilled it. Iya leaned over and retrieved the fallen doll. Propping it on her lap, she arranged its uneven arms and legs and looked down pensively at the crudely drawn face.

Tobin's throat went tight and he lowered the bowl. How many times had he watched his mother sit just like that? Fresh tears filled his eyes. She'd made the doll to keep Brother's spirit close to her. It had been Brother she'd seen when she looked at it, Brother she'd held and rocked and crooned to and carried with her everywhere until the day she threw herself out of the tower window.

Always Brother.

Never Tobin.

Was her angry ghost still up there?

Nari saw him shiver and hugged him close again. This time he let her.
"Illior really told you to do this to me?" he whispered.

Iya nodded sadly. "The Lightbearer spoke to me through the Oracle at Afra. You know what that is, don't you?"

"The same Oracle that told King Theletimos to make his daughter the first queen."

"That's right. And now Skala needs a queen again, one of the true blood to heal and defend the land. I promise you, one day you will understand all this."

Nari hugged him and kissed the top of his head. "It was all to keep you safe, pet."
The thought of her complicity stung him. Wiggling free, he scooted back against the bolsters on the far side of the bed and pulled his legs--long, sharp-shinned boy legs--up under his shirt. "But why?" He touched the scar, then broke off with a gasp of dismay. "Father's seal and my mother's ring! I had them on a chain . . ."

"I have them right here, pet. I kept them safe for you." Nari took the chain from her apron pocket and held it out to him.

Tobin cradled the talismans in his hand. The seal, a black stone set high in a gold ring, bore the deep-carved oak tree insignia of Atyion, the great holding Tobin now owned but had never seen.

The other ring had been his mother's bride gift from his father. The golden mounting was delicate, a circlet of tiny leaves holding an amethyst carved with a relief of his parents' youthful profiles. He'd spent hours gazing at the portrait; he'd never seen his parents happy together, the way they looked here.

"Where did you find that?" the wizard asked softly.

"In a hole under a tree."

"What tree?"

"A dead chestnut in the back courtyard of my mother's house in Ero." Tobin looked up to find her watching him closely. "The one near the summer kitchen."

"Ah yes. That's where Arkoniel buried your brother."

And where my mother and Lhel dug him up again, he thought. Perhaps she lost the ring then. "Did my parents know what you did to me?"

He caught the quick, sharp look Iya shot at Nari before she answered. "Yes. They knew."
Tobin's heart sank. "They let you?"

"Before you were born, your father asked me to protect you. He understood the Oracle's words and obeyed without question. I'm sure he taught you the prophecy the Oracle gave to King Theletimos."

"Yes."

Iya was quiet for a moment. "It was different for your mother. She wasn't a strong person and the birthing was very difficult. And she never got over your brother's death."
Tobin had to swallow hard before he could ask, "Is that why she hated me?"

"She never hated you, pet. Never!" Nari pressed a hand to her heart. "She wasn't right in her mind, that's all."

"That's enough for now," said Iya. "Tobin, you've been very ill and slept the last two days away."

"Two?" Tobin looked out the window. A slim crescent moon had guided him here; now it had waxed nearly to half. "What day is it?"

"The twenty-first of Erasin, pet. Your name day came and went while you slept," said Nari. "I'll tell Cook to make the honey cakes for tomorrow's supper."

Tobin shook his head in bewilderment, still staring at the moon. "I--I was in the forest. Who brought me to the house?"

"Tharin showed up out of nowhere with you in his arms, and Arkoniel behind him with poor Ki," said Nari. "Scared me almost to death, just like that day your father brought your--"

"Ki?" Tobin's head reeled as another memory struggled to the surface. In his fevered dreams Tobin had floated up into the air over Lhel's oak and found himself looking down from a great height. He'd seen something in the woods just beyond the spring, lying on the dead leaves--"No, Ki's safe in Ero. I was careful!"

But a cold knot of fear took root in his belly, pressing on his heart. In his dream it had been Ki lying on the ground, and Arkoniel was weeping beside him. "He brought the doll, didn't he? That's why he followed me."

"Yes, pet."

"Then it wasn't a dream." But why had Arkoniel been weeping?

It was a moment before he realized that people were still speaking to him. Nari was shaking him by the shoulder, looking alarmed. "Tobin, what is it? You've gone white!"

"Where's Ki?" he whispered, gripping his knees hard as he braced for the answer.

"I was just telling you," Nari said, her round face lined with new concern. "He's asleep in your old toy room next door. With you so ill and thrashing about in your sleep, and him hurt so bad, I thought you'd rest easier apart."

Tobin clambered across the bed, not waiting to hear more.

Iya caught him by the arm. "Wait. He's still very ill, Tobin. He fell and hit his head. Arkoniel and Tharin have been tending him."

He tried to pull free, but she held on. "Let him rest. Tharin has been frantic, going back and forth between your rooms like a sorrowful hound all this time. He was asleep by Ki's bed when I passed."

"Let me go. I promise I won't wake them, but please, I have to see Ki!"

"Stay a moment and listen to me." Iya was grave now. "Listen well, little prince, for what I tell you is worth your life, and theirs."

Trembling, Tobin sank back on the edge of the bed.

Iya released him and folded her hands across the doll in her lap. "As I said, you were never meant to bear this burden so young, but here we are. Listen well and seal these words in your heart. Ki and Tharin don't know, and they mustn't know, about this secret of ours. Except for Arkoniel, only Lhel and Nari know the truth, and so it must remain until the time comes for you to claim your birthright."

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First Chapter

Chapter 1

Still caught at the edge of dark dreams, Tobin slowly became aware of the smell of beef broth and a soft, indistinct flow of voices nearby. They cut through the darkness like a beacon, drawing him awake. That was Nari's voice. What was his nurse doing in Ero?
Tobin opened his eyes and saw with a mix of relief and confusion that he was in his old room at the keep. A brazier stood near the open window, casting a pattern of red light through its pierced brass lid. The little night lamp cast a brighter glow, making shadows dance around the rafters. The bed linens and his nightshirt smelled of lavender and fresh air. The door was closed, but he could still hear Nari talking quietly to someone outside.

Sleep-fuddled, he let his gaze wander around the room, content for the moment just to be home. A few of his wax sculptures stood on the windowsill, and the wooden practice swords leaned in the corner by the door. The spiders had been busy among the ceiling beams; cobwebs large and fine as a lady's veil stirred gently in a current of air.

A bowl was on the table beside his bed, with a horn spoon laid out ready beside it. It was the spoon Nari had always fed him with when he was sick.

Am I sick?

Had Ero been nothing but a fever dream? he wondered drowsily. And his father's death, and his mother's, too? He ached a little, and the middle of his chest hurt, but he felt more hungry than ill. As he reached for the bowl, he caught sight of something that shattered his sleepy fantasies.

The ugly old rag doll lay in plain view on the clothes chest across the room. Even from here, he could make out the fresh white thread stitching up the doll's dingy side.

Tobinclutched at the comforter as fragments of images flooded back. The last thing he remembered clearly was lying in Lhel's oak tree house in the woods above the keep. The witch had cut the doll open and shown him bits of infant bones--Brother's bones--hidden in the stuffing. Hidden by his mother when she'd made the thing. Using a fragment of bone instead of skin, Lhel had bound Brother's soul to Tobin's again.

Tobin reached into the neck of his nightshirt with trembling fingers and felt gingerly at the sore place on his chest. Yes, there it was; a narrow ridge of raised skin running down the center of his breastbone where Lhel had sewn him up like a torn shirt. He could feel the tiny ridges of the stitches, but no blood. The wound was nearly healed already, not raw like the one on Brother's chest. Tobin prodded at it, finding the hard little lump the piece of bone made under his skin. He could wiggle it like a tiny loose tooth.

Skin strong, but bone stronger, Lhel had said.

Tucking his chin, Tobin looked down and saw that neither the bump nor the stitching was visible. Just like before, no one could see what she'd done to him.

A wave of dizziness rolled over him as he remembered how Brother had looked, floating facedown just above him while Lhel worked. The ghost's face was twisted with pain; tears of blood fell from his black eyes and the unhealed wound on his breast.

Dead can't be hurt, keesa, Lhel told him, but she was wrong.

Tobin curled up against the pillow and stared miserably at the doll. All those years of hiding it, all the fear and worry, and here it lay for anyone to see.

But how had it gotten here? He'd left it behind when he'd run away from the city.

Suddenly scared without knowing why, he almost cried out for Nari, but shame choked him. He was a Royal Companion, far too old to be needing a nurse.

And what would she say about the doll? Surely she'd seen it by now. Brother showed him
a vision once of how people would react if they knew, their looks of disgust. Only girls wanted dolls . .

Tears filled his eyes, transforming the lamp flame into a shifting yellow star. "I'm not a girl!" he whispered.

"Yes, you are."

And there was Brother beside the bed, even though Tobin hadn't spoken the summoning words. The ghost's chill presence rolled over him in waves.

"No!" Tobin covered his ears. "I know who I am."

"I'm the boy!" Brother hissed. Then, with a mean leer, "Sister."

"No!" Tobin shuddered and buried his face in the pillow. "No no no no!"

Gentle hands lifted him. Nari held him tight, stroking his head. "What is it, pet? What's wrong?" She was still dressed for the day, but her brown hair was unbound over her shoulders. Brother was still there, but she didn't seem to notice him.
Tobin clung to her for a moment, hiding his face against her shoulder the way he used to, before pride made him pull back.

"You knew," he whispered, remembering. "Lhel told me. You always knew! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I told her not to." Iya stepped partway into the little circle of light. It left half her square, wrinkled face in shadow, but he knew her by her worn traveling gown and the thin, iron-grey braid that hung over one shoulder to her waist.

Brother knew her, too. He disappeared, but an instant later the doll flew off the chest and struck the old woman in the face. The wooden swords followed, clacking like a crane's bill as she fended them off with an upraised hand. Then the heavy wardrobe began to shake ominously, grating across the floor in Iya's direction.

"Stop it!" cried Tobin.

The wardrobe stopped moving and Brother reappeared by the bed, hatred crackling in the air around him as he glared at the old wizard. Iya flinched, but did not back away.

"You can see him?" asked Tobin.

"Yes. He's been with you ever since Lhel completed the new binding."

"Can you see him, Nari?"

She shivered. "No, thank the Light. But I can feel him."

Tobin turned back to the wizard. "Lhel said you told her to do it! She said you wanted me to look like my brother."

"I did what Illior required of me." Iya settled at the foot of the bed. The light struck her full on now. She looked tired and old, yet there was hardness in her eyes that made him glad Nari was still beside him.

"It was Illior's will," Iya said again. "What was done was done for Skala's sake, as much as for you. The day is coming when you must rule, Tobin, as your mother should have ruled."

"I don't want to!"

"I shouldn't wonder, child." Iya sighed and some of the hardness left her face. "You were never meant to find out the truth so young. It must have been a terrible shock, especially the way you found out."

Tobin looked away, mortified. He'd thought the blood seeping between his legs had been the first sign of the plague. The truth had been worse.

"Even Lhel was taken by surprise. Arkoniel tells me she showed you your true face before she wove the new magic."

"This is my true face!"

"My face!" Brother snarled.

Nari jumped and Tobin guessed even she'd heard that. He took a closer look at Brother; the ghost looked more solid than he had for a long time, almost real. It occurred to Tobin that he'd been hearing his twin's voice out loud, too, not just a whisper in his mind like before.

"He's rather distracting," said Iya. "Could you send him away, please? And ask him not to make a fuss around the place this time?"

Tobin was tempted to refuse, but for Nari's sake he whispered the words Lhel had taught him. "Blood, my blood. Flesh, my flesh. Bone, my bone." Brother vanished like a snuffed candle and the room felt warmer.

"That's better!" Taking up the bowl, Nari went to the brazier and dipped up the broth she had warming in a pot on the coals. "Here, get some of this into you. You've hardly eaten in days."

Ignoring the spoon, Tobin took the bowl and drank from it. This was Cook's special sickroom broth, rich with beef marrow, parsley, wine, and milk, along with the healing herbs.

He drained the bowl and Nari refilled it. Iya leaned over and retrieved the fallen doll. Propping it on her lap, she arranged its uneven arms and legs and looked down pensively at the crudely drawn face.

Tobin's throat went tight and he lowered the bowl. How many times had he watched his mother sit just like that? Fresh tears filled his eyes. She'd made the doll to keep Brother's spirit close to her. It had been Brother she'd seen when she looked at it, Brother she'd held and rocked and crooned to and carried with her everywhere until the day she threw herself out of the tower window.

Always Brother.

Never Tobin.

Was her angry ghost still up there?

Nari saw him shiver and hugged him close again. This time he let her.
"Illior really told you to do this to me?" he whispered.

Iya nodded sadly. "The Lightbearer spoke to me through the Oracle at Afra. You know what that is, don't you?"

"The same Oracle that told King Theletimos to make his daughter the first queen."

"That's right. And now Skala needs a queen again, one of the true blood to heal and defend the land. I promise you, one day you will understand all this."

Nari hugged him and kissed the top of his head. "It was all to keep you safe, pet."
The thought of her complicity stung him. Wiggling free, he scooted back against the bolsters on the far side of the bed and pulled his legs--long, sharp-shinned boy legs--up under his shirt. "But why?" He touched the scar, then broke off with a gasp of dismay. "Father's seal and my mother's ring! I had them on a chain . . ."

"I have them right here, pet. I kept them safe for you." Nari took the chain from her apron pocket and held it out to him.

Tobin cradled the talismans in his hand. The seal, a black stone set high in a gold ring, bore the deep-carved oak tree insignia of Atyion, the great holding Tobin now owned but had never seen.

The other ring had been his mother's bride gift from his father. The golden mounting was delicate, a circlet of tiny leaves holding an amethyst carved with a relief of his parents' youthful profiles. He'd spent hours gazing at the portrait; he'd never seen his parents happy together, the way they looked here.

"Where did you find that?" the wizard asked softly.

"In a hole under a tree."

"What tree?"

"A dead chestnut in the back courtyard of my mother's house in Ero." Tobin looked up to find her watching him closely. "The one near the summer kitchen."

"Ah yes. That's where Arkoniel buried your brother."

And where my mother and Lhel dug him up again, he thought. Perhaps she lost the ring then. "Did my parents know what you did to me?"

He caught the quick, sharp look Iya shot at Nari before she answered. "Yes. They knew."
Tobin's heart sank. "They let you?"

"Before you were born, your father asked me to protect you. He understood the Oracle's words and obeyed without question. I'm sure he taught you the prophecy the Oracle gave to King Theletimos."

"Yes."

Iya was quiet for a moment. "It was different for your mother. She wasn't a strong person and the birthing was very difficult. And she never got over your brother's death."
Tobin had to swallow hard before he could ask, "Is that why she hated me?"

"She never hated you, pet. Never!" Nari pressed a hand to her heart. "She wasn't right in her mind, that's all."

"That's enough for now," said Iya. "Tobin, you've been very ill and slept the last two days away."

"Two?" Tobin looked out the window. A slim crescent moon had guided him here; now it had waxed nearly to half. "What day is it?"

"The twenty-first of Erasin, pet. Your name day came and went while you slept," said Nari. "I'll tell Cook to make the honey cakes for tomorrow's supper."

Tobin shook his head in bewilderment, still staring at the moon. "I--I was in the forest. Who brought me to the house?"

"Tharin showed up out of nowhere with you in his arms, and Arkoniel behind him with poor Ki," said Nari. "Scared me almost to death, just like that day your father brought your--"

"Ki?" Tobin's head reeled as another memory struggled to the surface. In his fevered dreams Tobin had floated up into the air over Lhel's oak and found himself looking down from a great height. He'd seen something in the woods just beyond the spring, lying on the dead leaves--"No, Ki's safe in Ero. I was careful!"

But a cold knot of fear took root in his belly, pressing on his heart. In his dream it had been Ki lying on the ground, and Arkoniel was weeping beside him. "He brought the doll, didn't he? That's why he followed me."

"Yes, pet."

"Then it wasn't a dream." But why had Arkoniel been weeping?

It was a moment before he realized that people were still speaking to him. Nari was shaking him by the shoulder, looking alarmed. "Tobin, what is it? You've gone white!"

"Where's Ki?" he whispered, gripping his knees hard as he braced for the answer.

"I was just telling you," Nari said, her round face lined with new concern. "He's asleep in your old toy room next door. With you so ill and thrashing about in your sleep, and him hurt so bad, I thought you'd rest easier apart."

Tobin clambered across the bed, not waiting to hear more.

Iya caught him by the arm. "Wait. He's still very ill, Tobin. He fell and hit his head. Arkoniel and Tharin have been tending him."

He tried to pull free, but she held on. "Let him rest. Tharin has been frantic, going back and forth between your rooms like a sorrowful hound all this time. He was asleep by Ki's bed when I passed."

"Let me go. I promise I won't wake them, but please, I have to see Ki!"

"Stay a moment and listen to me." Iya was grave now. "Listen well, little prince, for what I tell you is worth your life, and theirs."

Trembling, Tobin sank back on the edge of the bed.

Iya released him and folded her hands across the doll in her lap. "As I said, you were never meant to bear this burden so young, but here we are. Listen well and seal these words in your heart. Ki and Tharin don't know, and they mustn't know, about this secret of ours. Except for Arkoniel, only Lhel and Nari know the truth, and so it must remain until the time comes for you to claim your birthright."

Copyright© 2003 by Flewelling, Lynn
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Interviews & Essays

Spectra:  The first two books of your Tamír Triad--The Bone Doll's Twin and Hidden Warrior-- mark quite a departure from the Nightrunner books. What made you take this darker direction?

Lynn Flewelling: You have to admit, there are some pretty dark parts in the NR books--dark comes quite naturally to me--and they get darker as the series progresses. But you're right, the tone is quite different in the new trilogy.  When I started writing Luck in the Shadows, I just wanted to create an adventure story. With the Tamír Triad, I had several themes I was working with from the outset. The more obvious one, perhaps, is the nature of power. Do the ends justify the means? Can a greater good be achieved through inherently evil acts by well-meaning people, and can they ultimately be atoned for?  I don't answer this for the reader; I don't think there is an answer, really. We see that in real life all the time. It would be lovely if it was all Right vs. Wrong, Good overcomes Evil -- I think most Americans, going about their daily lives, fool themselves into thinking that that's how our little world works, but it just isn't so. The Powers That Be do all sorts of things we don't like, but we turn a blind eye and reap the benefits.

The deeper, more personal theme for me revolves around some personal demons of mine: the nature of gender, and how perceptions vary from person to person, and from stage to stage of an individual's life.  I actually have a hard time going into this in interviews, because I'm drawing on some deeply personal experiences. These books are by no means autobiographical, of course, but there's a lot ofsynthesis.

Spectra: The dead child's ghost, a mother's suicide, the death of parents and friends… These could have been really depressing books, but somehow they aren't. How did you manage that balance?

LF: I considered that as I wrote. I think the key is to give the reader characters they not only care about, but identify with, and to never take away all hope. Tobin has a very weird, sad childhood, but there is always at least one person around who cares about him/her, and to whom Tobin can turn.

That being said, however, about halfway through the first draft of BDT I came to the same conclusion that the young wizard Arkoniel states; this kid is so removed from normal society he's going to turn out really weird. So we brought in the upbeat companion, Ki. The minute I started working on him I fell completely in love with him and his chaotic, rough hewn family. They're modeled on a couple of families I knew growing up. Ki's based quite closely on my first best friend. The witch, Lhel, is also based on a person from my past, a woman who taught me the guitar (or at least tried to) who was a wonderful artist and generally creative, chaotic person. 

In short, these books are more personal to me on some levels than the Nightrunner books, even though those other characters are certainly drawn from my heart.

Spectra: Would you say you have any particular audience, age or gender wise? 

LF: Not really. I've gotten mail from just about every sort of person you can imagine. The online fan groups tend to be 20s-30s, but the email and letters spans the full spectrum. I've been amazed, too, at how far afield it comes from.

Spectra: Your work certainly does have a wide appeal, and has now found a world-wide audience. How many languages are your books in now?

LF: Let's see, we recently sold Bone Doll in France, Spain, and Portugal, so if you count the UK and Australian publishers as separate languages, that brings me up to nine, I think, plus the US.  I get mail from other countries all over the world.

Spectra: How does it feel, knowing your work has found such a wide audience?

LF: Amazing. I never imagined such a thing when I started. It's a lot of fun.

Spectra: I know fans are clamoring for more Nightrunner books. Any chance that you'll go back to those characters when you're finished with the trilogy?

LF: Yes, but that's all I'm saying for now.

Spectra: Finally, it seems that all your books deal with gender and sexuality in various forms. Has the research you've done altered your feelings about certain issues?

LF: No. I write what I believe. I haven't done much research, in fact. I just write from the gut.   To be honest, while I deeply appreciate the response I've gotten from the gay and transgender community over the years, those issues are more manifestations of my own core theme, the search for personal identity. Some people read Tobin as a transgendered person, and that's an absolutely valid interpretation, and somewhat intentional. But for me it's more about a person finding out she isn't who she thought she was and having to struggle with her deepest held beliefs about what it means to be who she is.  Gay and transgendered people certainly experience this in a dramatic way, but so do others, in other ways. What it means to be female in the 20th/21st century has been a strange and sometimes confusing journey for me. Gender distinctions have never been that important to me, and I've often resented what I percieve as the restrictions they impose, even in a society as open as ours.  The older I get, the more angles I see this issue from and the more fascinating it becomes.  I guess the spectrum of human interaction I've written about so far gives you some idea of that.  There is nothing more interesting to me than human interaction.  Luckily, there's a never ending supply of that!
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  • Posted August 8, 2013

    This is the second book in the trilogy. I love this series and t

    This is the second book in the trilogy. I love this series and this author. I highly recommend this book.

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  • Posted June 5, 2012

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    Finally making progress

    This is the second in the trilogy and ends at the point that I expected the first book to reach. I enjoyed the books and the entire series is a relatively quick read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2005

    wonderful

    this book is excellent, and so is everything else by flewelling. i cant wait for her to finish this series & the nightrunner series

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2004

    A breath of fresh air...

    I strongly reccomend both The Bone Doll's Twin and Hidden Warrior, Lynn Flewelling is a wonderful author... please give these and her other books a try!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2004

    Must Read For All Fantasy Fans

    This book, along with The Bone Doll's Twin, are incredible reads! I picked up the BDT on a whim and devoured it. I then hurried and ordered Hidden Warrior because of the cliffhanger at the end of BDT. This book did not disappoint except I want to know what happens in the next and final? installment. You should read BDT before this book otherwise you will be confused with who the different characters are but both books are well worth it. Lynn Flewlling is an AMAZING author. I can't wait to find out what happens with Korin and Tamir and Ki and Ahra and what Brother is going to do to Arkoniel and Iya!? You HAVE to read this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2003

    All I can say is, 'wow!'

    After reading 'The Bone Doll's Twin,' I immediately ran to the bookstore to hunt down the next book. Without a doubt, 'Hidden Warrior' was a fantastic read. I felt the fear is the first book, and a truly felt the pain in this one. I willingly admit, that I read it on the edge of my seat with tears in my eyes. I am also glad that the cliffhanger in 'Hidden Warrior' was a little less heart clenching, but still making me want more....this will make the wait for the next installment a little easier.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2013

    Steel Blue

    "WHO is done with their sensless killings?!" Steel Blue's eyes rage on

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2013

    Its...

    Cardboard! EAT UP FU<_>CK<_>FACE!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2013

    Silverlife

    Pads in

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012

    Page turner

    Enjoyable escape from a mundane world

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2004

    Impressive!

    I am an avid fantasy fan... and picked up Bone Doll's Twin because I was 'in between' publications by some of my favorite authors... I really really enjoyed it! I couldn't wait for the nxt installment, the Hidden Warrior, and read it in two days!! Hurry, hurry, What happens next????

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2004

    i love it!!

    i've read 'the bone doll's twin' and this book was just as good! i can't wait until the next one comes out!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2003

    I LOVED THIS BOOK- WHO WOULDNT

    this was an amazing book. i found myself cheering and blushing and almost crying throughout the entire thing. i read it in only 2 days i loved it so much. the characters are really well portrayed and you grow to care about what happens to them. the cliff hanger in the last book nearly killed me, and i am so happy that this book was as good as the last. i really wish that the next installment comes soon.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2003

    Great read!!!!!

    The 'Bone Dolls Twin' was a wonderful book. It realy broght the characters to life. The 'Hidden Warrior' was also wonderfull and full Of supprises.... but theres one thing. It was left on a clif hanger.... the storys not over is there going to be a 3ed book?!? I hope there will be because I want to know what happens to toben and how Prince Korin will react when He sees his beloved 'cos.!?!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2003

    Mesmerizing

    Can't wait to read the sequel to 'The Bone Doll's Twin'. Reading fantasy for over 40 years, this is one of the best!! Vivid characterization and internally consistent--it is compellingly written. Should be on the 'Must Read!' list.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2003

    cant wait

    im so excited to see that ki is returning!! after the ending in the bone doll's twin i was so depressed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2003

    Worth the price and the read.

    I can't wait to read this book. If it is half as good as the 'nightrunner series', then it will be excellent. Definitely worth the read. I think 'hidden warrior' is part two of 'the bone twins doll'. p.s.: Lynn, 'Are you going to write another book with Seregil & Alec??? Please do!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2003

    can't wait can't wait!

    I know it's not out yet, but how could Flewelling be anything *other* than wonderful?! This book will pick up after a painfully intense cliffhanger in "Bone Doll's Twin". Her descriptions and language are beautiful, and she manages to balance all the aspects of her story. From romance/friendship, to world history, politics, and current events, it's all beautifully done. I expect nothing less of the next book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2003

    Love the series

    I havn't read the book yet but, after reading the bone doll's twin I can't wait to read it :)

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