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Mary E. Pearson is the author of many novels for teens, including The Kiss of Deception, The Heart of Betrayal, The Beauty of Darkness, and the acclaimed Jenna Fox Chronicles. She writes full-time from her home in Carlsbad, California.
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KAZIMYRAH OF BRIGHTMIST
The ghosts are still here.
The words lingered in the air, each one a shimmering spirit, cold whispers of caution, but I wasn't afraid.
I already knew.
The ghosts, they never go away. They call to you in unexpected moments, their hands lacing with yours and pulling you down paths that lead nowhere. This way. I had learned to mostly shut them out.
We rode through Sentinel Valley, ruins of the Ancients looking down upon us. My horse's ears pricked, watchful, a rumble deep from his throat. He knew too. I rubbed his neck to calm him. It had been six years since the Great Battle, but the scars were still visible — overturned wagons eaten up with grass, scattered bones dug from graves by hungry beasts, the skeletal ribs of giant brezalots reaching skyward, birds perched on their elegant bleached cages.
I felt the ghosts hovering, watching, wondering. One of them slid a cool fingertip along my jaw, pressing a warning to my lips, Shhh, Kazi, don't say a word.
Natiya led us deeper into the valley, unafraid. Our gazes scanned the rugged cliffs and the crumbling devastation of a war that was slowly being consumed by earth, time, and memory, like the awkward swallowing of a fat hare by a patient snake. Soon, all the destruction would be in the belly of the earth. Who would remember?
Midway, as the valley narrowed, Natiya stopped and slipped from her saddle, pulling a folded square of white cloth from her saddlebag. Wren dismounted too, her thin limbs gliding to the ground as silently as a bird. Synové hesitated, watching me uncertainly. She was strongest of us all, but her round hips remained firmly planted in her saddle. She did not care for talk of ghosts, even in the brightness of a high sun. They frequented her dreams too often. I nodded to reassure her, and we both slid from our horses and joined them. Natiya paused at a large green mound as if she knew what lay beneath the woven blanket of grass. She absently rubbed the fabric between her delicate brown fingers. It was only for a few seconds, but it seemed to last forever. Natiya was nineteen, only two years older than us, but she suddenly looked much older. She had actually seen the things we had only heard stories about. Her head shook slightly, and she walked toward a scattered pile of rocks. She began picking up the fallen stones and puzzling them back into place on the humble memorial.
"Who was it?" I asked.
Her lips rolled tight against her teeth. "His name was Jeb. His body was burned on a funeral pyre because that's the Dalbretch way, but I buried his few belongings here."
Because that's the vagabond way, I thought, but said nothing. Natiya didn't talk much about her life before she became Vendan and a Rahtan, but I didn't talk much about my earlier life either. Some things were better left in the past. Wren and Synové shifted uncomfortably on their feet, their boots pressing the grass into small, flat circles. Natiya wasn't prone to sentimental displays, even if they were quiet ones like this, especially if they delayed her well-planned schedule. But now she lingered, just like her words that had ushered us into the valley. They are still here.
"He was special?" I asked.
She nodded. "They all were. But Jeb taught me things. Things that have helped me to survive." She turned, giving us a sharp glance. "Things I have taught all of you. Hopefully." Her scrutiny softened, and her thick black lashes cast a shadow beneath her dark eyes. She studied the three of us as if she were a seasoned general and we were her ragtag soldiers. In some ways, I supposed we were. We were the youngest of the Rahtan, but we were Rahtan. That meant something. It meant a lot. We were the queen's premier guard. We didn't rise to these positions because we were bumbling fools. Not most of the time, anyway. We had training and talents. Natiya's gaze rested on me the longest. I was lead on this mission, responsible for making not just the right decisions, but perfect ones. That meant not only achieving success, but keeping everyone safe too.
"We'll be fine," I promised.
"Fine," Wren agreed, impatiently blowing a dark curl from her forehead. She wanted to be on her way. The anticipation was wearing on all of us.
Synové anxiously twisted one of her long persimmon braids between her fingers. "Perfectly fine. We're —" "I know," Natiya said, putting her hand up to stop Synové from embarking on a long explanation. "Fine. Just remember, spend some time at the settlement first. Hell's Mouth comes after. Only ask questions. Gather information. Get what supplies you need. Keep a low profile until we get there."
Wren snorted. A low profile was certainly one of my specialties, but not this time. Getting into trouble was my goal for a change.
Galloping broke the tense exchange. "Natiya!"
We turned toward Eben, his horse kicking up soft clods of grass. Synové's eyes brightened like the sun had just winked at her from behind a cloud. He circled around, his eyes fixed only on Natiya. "Griz is grumbling. He wants to leave."
"Coming," she answered, then shook out the square of fabric she was holding. It was a shirt. A very handsome shirt. She touched the soft fabric to her cheek, then laid it over the rock memorial. "Cruvas linen, Jeb," she whispered. "The finest."
* * *
We reached the mouth of the valley, and Natiya stopped and looked back one last time. "Remember this," she said. "Twenty thousand. That's how many died here in a single day. Vendans, Morrighese, and Dalbretch. I didn't know them all, but someone did. Someone who would bring a meadow flower to them if they could."
Or a Cruvas linen shirt.
Now I knew why Natiya had brought us here. This was by the queen's order. Look. Take a good long look and remember the lives lost. Real people that someone loved. Before you go about the task I have given you, see the devastation and remember what they did. What could happen again. Know what is at stake. Dragons eventually wake and crawl from their dark dens.
I had seen the urgency in the queen's eyes. I had heard it in her voice. This wasn't only about the past. She feared for the future. Something was brewing, and she was desperate to stop it.
I surveyed the valley. From a distance, the bones and wagons blended back into a calm sea of green, hiding the truth.
Nothing was ever quite what it seemed.
* * *
Griz's grumbling to break camp was nothing new. He liked to make camp early and leave early, sometimes even when it was still dark, as if it were some sort of victory over the sun. His horse was already packed when we returned, and the campfire doused. He watched impatiently as the rest of us buckled up bedrolls and bags.
An hour's ride from here, we would go our separate ways. Griz was headed to Civica in Morrighan. The queen had news she wanted to share with her brother, the king, and she trusted no one else to deliver it, not even the Valsprey she used for other messages. Valsprey could be attacked by other birds or shot down and messages intercepted, whereas nothing could stop Griz. Except, perhaps, a quick side trip to Terravin, which was probably why he was in such a hurry. Synové liked to tease that he had a sweetheart there. It always made him explode in denial. Griz was old-school Rahtan, but the Rahtan was not the elite, rule-bound ten it once was. There were twenty of us now. A lot of things had changed since the queen came to power, including me.
When I began folding my tent, Griz came and stood over my shoulder and watched. I was the only one who used a tent. It was small. It didn't take up much room. He had balked the first time he had seen me use one on a mission to a southern province. We don't use tents, he'd said with utter distaste. I remembered the shame I felt. In the weeks that followed, I turned that humiliation to determination. Weakness made you a target, and I had promised myself, long ago, I would never be a target again. I buried my shame deep beneath carefully crafted armor. Insults couldn't penetrate it.
Griz's brooding stature cast a mountainous shadow over me. "Doesn't my folding technique meet with your approval?" I asked.
He said nothing.
I turned and looked up at him. "What is it, Griz?" I snapped.
He rubbed his bristled chin. "There's a lot of open territory between here and Hell's Mouth. Empty, flat territory."
"You'll be ... all right?"
I stood, shoving my folded tent into his belly. He took it from me. "I've got this, Griz. Relax."
His head bobbed in a hesitant nod.
"The real question is," I added, long and drawn out for effect, "do you?"
He eyed me, his brow furrowed in a question, and then he scowled, reaching for his side.
I smiled and held his short dagger out to him.
His scowl turned to a reluctant grin, and he replaced the dagger in its empty sheath. His bushy brows lifted, and he shook his head in approval. "Stay downwind, Ten."
Ten, my hard-won nickname. It was his acknowledgment of confidence. I wiggled my fingertips in appreciation.
No one, especially not Griz, would ever forget how I had earned it.
"You mean upwind, don't you?" Eben called.
I glared at Eben. And no one, especially not Eben, would ever forget that my life as Rahtan began the day I spit in the queen's face.CHAPTER 2
The queen had been walking the narrow, dirty streets of the Brightmist quarter when I spotted her. I hadn't planned it, but even events unplanned can whisk us down paths that we never expected to travel, changing our destinies and what defines us. Kazimyrah: orphan, invisible street rat, girl who defied the queen, Rahtan.
I had already been shoved down one path when I was six, and the day I spit in the new queen's face I was sent reeling down another. That moment had not only defined my future, but the queen's unexpected response — a smile — had defined her reign. Her sword hung ready in the scabbard at her side. A breathless crowd had waited to see what would happen. They knew what would have happened before. If she were the Komizar, I would have already been lying headless on the ground. Her smile had frightened me more than if she had drawn her sword. I knew at that moment, with certainty, that the old Venda I knew how to navigate was gone, and I would never get it back again. I hated her for it.
When she learned I had no family to summon, she told the guards who had grabbed me to bring me along to Sanctum Hall. I thought I was so very clever back then. Too clever for this young queen. I was eleven years of grit and grovel by then, and impervious to an interloper. I would outwit her just as I did everyone else. It was my realm after all. I had all my fingertips — and a reputation to go with them. In the streets of Venda, they called me "Ten" with whispered respect.
A complete set of fingers was legendary for a thief, or an alleged thief, because if I had ever been caught with stolen goods, my nickname would have been Nine. The eight quarterlords who dispensed the punishment for stealing had a different name for me. To them, I was the Shadowmaker, because even at high noon, they swore, I could conjure a shadow to swallow me up. A few even rubbed hidden amulets when they saw me coming. But just as useful as the shadows was knowing the strategies of street politics and personalities. I perfected my craft, playing the quarterlords and merchants against one another as if I was a musician and they were crude drums rumbling beneath my hands, making one boast to another that I had never pulled anything over on him, making them all feel so very smart, even as I relieved them of items I could put to better use elsewhere. Their egos were my accomplices. The twisting alleyways, tunnels, and catwalks were where I learned my trade, and my stomach was my relentless taskmaster. But there was another kind of hunger that drove me too, a hunger for answers that were not as easily plucked from the wares of a bloated lord. That was my deeper, darker taskmaster.
But because of the queen, almost overnight I witnessed my world dissolving. I had starved and clawed my way to this position. No one was going to take it from me. The cramped, winding streets of Venda were all I had ever known, and its underworld was all I understood. Its members were a desperate coalition who appreciated the warmth of horse dung in winter, a knife in a burlap sack and the trail of spilled grain it left behind, the scowl of a duped merchant realizing he was short an egg in his basket — or, if I was feeling punitive, the whole chicken who had laid it. I had walked away with bigger and noisier things.
I liked to say I stole only because of hunger, but it wasn't true. Sometimes I stole from the quarterlords just to make their miserable lives more miserable. It made me wonder, if I ever became a quarterlord, would I cut off fingers to secure my place of power? Because power, I had learned, could be just as seductive as a warm loaf of bread, and the small bit I wielded over them was sometimes all the food I needed.
With new treaties signed among the kingdoms allowing settlement of the Cam Lanteux, one by one those whom I thieved for and with left to go live in wide-open spaces to begin new lives. I became a plucked bird flapping featherless wings, suddenly useless, but moving to a farming settlement in the middle of nowhere was something I would not do. It was something I could not do. I learned this when I was nine and had traveled just a short distance beyond the Sanctum walls in search of answers that had eluded me. When I looked back at the disappearing city and saw that I was a mere speck in an empty landscape, I couldn't breathe and the sky swirled in dizzy currents. It hit me like a smothering wave. There was nowhere to hide. No shadows to melt into, no tent flaps to duck behind or stairs to disappear under — there were no beds to hide beneath in case someone came for me. There was no place to escape to at all. The structure of my world was gone — the floor, the ceilings, the walls — and I floated loose, untethered. I barely made it back to the city and never left again.
I knew I would not survive in a world of open sky. Spitting in the queen's face had been my futile stab at saving the existence I had carved out. My life had already been stolen once. I refused to let it happen again, but it happened just the same. Some rising tides cannot be held back, and the new world slipped around my ankles like water at the shore and pulled me into its current.
My first months in Sanctum Hall were turbulent. Why no one strangled me I still wasn't certain. I would have. I stole everything in sight, and out of sight, and hoarded it in a secret passage beneath the East Tower staircase. No one's private chambers were immune. Natiya's favorite scarf, Eben's boots, the cook's wooden spoons, swords, belts, books, armory halberds, the queen's hairbrush. Sometimes I gave them back, sometimes I didn't, bestowing mercies like a capricious queen. Griz roared and chased me through the halls the third time I stole his razor.
Finally, one morning, the queen applauded me as I walked into the Council gallery, saying it was evident I had mastered thieving, but it was time I learned additional skills.
She rose and handed me a sword I had stolen.
I locked eyes with her, wondering how she had gotten hold of it. "I know that passage well too, Kazimyrah. You aren't the only sneak in the Sanctum. Let's put this to better use than rusting in a dark, damp stairwell, shall we?" For the first time, I didn't resist.
I wanted to learn more. I didn't just want to possess the swords, knives, and maces I had acquired. I wanted to know how to use them too, and use them well.
* * *
The landscape was getting flatter now, as if huge hands had anticipated our passing and smoothed out the wrinkles of hills. The same hands must have plucked the hills clean of ruins. It was strange to see nothing. I had never traveled long on any path where some evidence of an earlier world wasn't in view. The Ancients' ruins were plentiful, but here there wasn't so much as a single crumbling wall to cast a measly shadow. Nothing but open sky and unfettered wind pressing on my chest. I forced in deep, full breaths, focusing on a point in the distance, pretending it held a magical shadowed city waiting to greet me.
Griz had stopped and was conferring with Eben and Natiya about meet-up sites. It was time to part ways. When he was finished, he turned and cast a suspicious eye at the vastness ahead of us like he was searching for something. His gaze finally landed on me. I stretched and smiled as if I were enjoying a summer outing. The sun was high and threw sharp shadows across his battle-scarred face. The lines around his eyes deepened.(Continues…)
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“‘Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents’ ‘No one did anything,’ I answered quietly. ‘Then hold on to me,’ he said. ‘Let me show you the stars.’” I adored Dance of Thieves by Mary E. Pearson. I love it even more than the Remnant Chronicles, which I also really enjoyed. The romance of this story was just lovely. And the characters were fun to read and follow. I loved at the peeks into how our favorite characters from the Remnant Chronicles are doing too. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who loves romance with intrigue and adventure. I give it 4.5 stars and I am preordering the next installment asap.
I loved this book!!! I love Kazi and Jase they both have such beautiful hearts. I also loved getting little updates of Rafe and Lia although saddened to hear she suffered more loss but so far still having her hea. I absolutely can not wait to read the next book! I hope it is out soon!
Dance of Thieves by Mary E. Pearson tells the story of Ten who has been an impressive thief since she was ten years old. She’s now a soldier for the queen and goes by the name Kazi. She encounters Jase, who has recently been made ruler due to his father’s unexpected death. Kazi and Jase become prisoners together when they are captured by labor hunters. The two of them are very similar in personalities and demeanor and at first, they drive each other crazy. They’re both clever, strong and loyal with banter that is fun and intelligent. With Kazi’s thieving background, she helps orchestrate their escape. Their relationship gets more complicated and more interesting from there. The story also becomes more complex, bringing in the backgrounds of Kazi and Jase and adding side characters and different kingdoms’ ideals and history. I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know Kazi and Jase and being on the sidelines of their tumultuous relationship. With interesting side characters and wonderful world building, I sped through the book and the ending left me wondering and anxiously awaiting the sequel! 5 solid stars!
I am a huge fan of Mary E. Pearson. From The Jenna Fox Chronicles to The Remnant Chronicles, her words transport me into some pretty spectacular worlds. She has always painted a very clear and concise picture that adds an element of world-building that I truly appreciate. When I found out that Dance of Thieves was a continuation of this world, I was beyond excited. Dance of Thieves is story told through a dual point-of-view. We meet Kazi, a legendary thief and a Rahtan for the Queen., and Jase, the new Patrei of the Ballenger empire. In a moment of time, they are brought together in unforseen circumstances. There are emotions and a closeness that they never expected. But once they are brought back to the rest of the world changes everything. Kazi is a strong-willed and independent heroine. She is a flawed heroine, and I love that about her. I feel very connected to Kazi, including her personality, her thoughts, and her gumption. Throughout this book, I became to understand her with every action and conversation. Kazi became a real character, and I appreciated that so much. Jase is more of an enigma, at least to me. While he may seem more of an open book, I found his character to be so complex that I felt I was dissecting him throughout the book. I enjoyed getting to know him. I felt it was like a challenge. As always, Mary’s writing is superb. The pacing of the details revealed is always spot on. I never once got bored, or found my mind wandering. The prose was so lovely, and I was captivated from the first page until the last. There were many moments that brought me on an emotional roller coaster, and I loved every minute of it. I cannot wait for more of Kazi and Jase. I highly urge you to read Dance of Thieves. No, you do not need to read or finish The Remnant Chronicles. There are a few spoilery things and a few things that are referenced from the books. Happy reading!
I absolutely loved the Remnant trilogy and this follow-up set in the same world did not disappoint. A wonderful new set of characters that include ties to the ones I had already grown to love. I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE!
I LOVE THIS BOOK I read The Remnant Chronicles two years ago and I absolutely LOVED it. I loved the characters, the story, the setting, the world the author created; it was pleasantly amazing. Finding out about this book just a few months ago, I was excited to see that it was a new book by Mary Pearson and that it was set in the same world as Lia's so that really held my interest! And the book cover? Oh my, I think I love the cover the best! It's so beautiful, I caught myself always staring at it or taking a picture of it for an aesthetic. 'Dance of Thieves' was spectacular! Absolutely blew me away and met my every expectation and beyond. I absorbed every second of it. The characters, especially the two main characters, Kazi and Jase, were super intriguing and I always craved and wanted more of their POV, which the book managed to satisfy me immensely when it came to that. The story was great, full of twists and turns but the relationship between the two main characters is what really drove it. It was different from relationships in The Remnant Chronicles but in a refreshing way. Mary E. Pearson is a brilliant writer, with a very vivid imagination, taking my own far and wide. I am so happy to have read this new story set in her wonderful world of the Remnant and I cannot WAIT for more! P.S. Two days after this book was released, I went to a close by Barnes and Noble and went looking for it, obviously to buy, and checking the small teen section of books there, I found that I didn't see this book anywhere on the shelves. So I asked for it and it seemed that they hadn't yet put the books on the shelves and just as I was being handed one, an employee was just stocking them! I was the first customer in that Barnes and Noble to had purchase that book!
I loved this book! It was so exciting to see other parts of the continent and how others from the remnant survived.
Dance of Thieves was a wonderful addition to the Remnant Chronicles world. It got off to a bit of a slow start but once the pace picks up, it’s a wild ride. Dance of Thieves is full of lovable characters, exciting action, and intriguing riddles. Although the beginning was slow, the pace allowed the reader to really get to know the two main characters. I actually liked both of the MCs equally, which is rare in a dual viewpoint novel. Kazi and Jase were such diametrically opposed individuals at the beginning. Watching them navigate their relationship and find similarities was so much fun. Plus I could always understand why they each took certain actions (even if I was screaming “No, don’t do that” on the inside). If you enjoy a good hate-to-love romance, you’ll adore these two. Pearson did an excellent job with fleshing out the secondary characters as well. The girl gang and Jase’s family were just fantastic. There were also glimpses of characters from the original trilogy. While Lia and the others weren’t main characters, they were included enough to satisfy the curiosity of any fans of the original trilogy. I loved that Dance of Thieves introduced the reader more to the non-royal sphere in this world. It was fascinating to see that different perspective. Particularly because most of the characters here weren’t the most law abiding sort. The world was so well-developed, I could clearly picture everything. Plus who doesn’t want to read a book that essentially takes place in a den of thieves? I loved how Pearson presented each side of the issues she brought up. From the rights of the settlers to the morality of the black market trade, she doesn’t paint anything in black and white terms. Dance of Thieves was an engaging, fun read with surprising depth. I’ll be eagerly awaiting the next installment (Particularly after that cliffhanger ending.) *Disclaimer: I received this book for free from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Absolutely fantastic! "Dance of Thieves" is a really wonderful YA fantasy that takes place in the world of 'The Remnant Chronicles' complete with some mentions of the former characters. While I think some knowledge of the original trilogy helps, this new book is a separate story focusing on new characters. Kazimyrah is a talented thief in Venda, known as Ten, because she still has all her fingers, and thieves are caught at least once and forced to loose a finger in the process. The Vendan Queen found Kazi and brought her to the palace to train as a Rahtan, the elite soldiers of Venda. Kazi's life was forever changed by this, and she is now on a mission from the Queen with her compatriots, Wren and Synove. They find themselves in an unrecognized kingdom of sorts, which is ruled by the Ballengers, of which Jase has just become the Patrei or ruler. As they approach the Ballenger lands, they come across a Vendan settlement which has been torn apart in violation of the treaties. Aside from their mission, Kazi and team are set on justice, and in the process, more happens than they ever could have expected. During a confrontation, Jase and Kazi are captured to be sold as human cargo, setting them off on a series of adventures and twists/turns. Although I found the beginning to be slow, I was soon absolutely caught up in Kazi and Jase's story, and burning through the pages. The two main characters plus many of the side characters were well-developed and absolutely endearing. I was fully invested in their lives. Ultimately, my only complaint about this book is that it ended! The (albeit fictional) history and imagery was absolutely incredible, and I found the whole world enthralling. Add to that the slow-burning romance, and this one is an absolute winner for me! I absolutely recommend it, even if you were on the fence with the Remnant Chronicles. This one has a very different feel and is absolutely a wonderful read for YA fantasy lovers! I will also say that this one has a pretty good conclusion with an opening for the next book, so it didn't feel too cliffhangery (though there's still a big hook for the next book). I can't wait to get my hands on the rest of this series! Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.
Awesome new installment in the Renmant world! This story was a lot of fun. I was glad to be back in the Remnant world Pearson created- she has such a knack for sucking the reader into the story. I loved the new set of characters, especially Jace :) My only (super minor) complaint is that (minor spoiler!) this is a whole new set of characters, which I knew beforehand, but I was still hoping for the original cast to feature more prominently in the story.