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The capable, confident, and occasionally ruthless heroine of Daughter of the Pirate King is back in this action-packed sequel that promises rousing high seas adventures and the perfect dash of magic.
Alosa's mission is finally complete. Not only has she recovered all three pieces of the map to a legendary hidden treasure, but the pirates who originally took her captive are now prisoners on her ship. Still unfairly attractive and unexpectedly loyal, first mate Riden is a constant distraction, but now he's under her orders. And she takes great comfort in knowing that the villainous Vordan will soon be facing her father's justice.
When Vordan exposes a secret her father has kept for years, Alosa and her crew find themselves in a deadly race with the feared Pirate King. Despite the danger, Alosa knows they will recover the treasure first . . . after all, she is the daughter of the Siren Queen.
In Daughter of the Siren Queen, Tricia Levenseller brings together the perfect mix of thrilling action, tense battle scenes, and a heart-pounding romance.
About the Author
Marisa Calin is an actress, narrator, and novelist born in England and educated in New York at the American Academy of the Dramatic Arts. An artist with a flair for everything literary, she has written a young adult novel, You & Me,which received a Kirkus StarredReview, and has narrated the audio books Ruby Red and Sapphire Blue by Kerstin Gier.
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The sound of my knife slitting across a throat feels much too loud in the darkness.
I catch the pirate before his corpse hits the ground and gently lower him the rest of the way. He is only the first of Theris's — no, Vordan's, I remind myself — crew who will die tonight.
My own crew is spread out across the cobblestone streets, dispatching Vordan's men one by one. I cannot see them, but I trust all of them to do their parts tonight.
It's taken me two months to track down the pirate lord and gather enough intel to infiltrate his holding. Vordan thought to make himself safe from me by traveling inland. We're miles from the nearest port, and though I don't have a way to replenish my abilities, I came fully stocked.
My source inside gave me all the details I needed. Vordan and his crew are living in the Old Bear Inn. I can see it now up ahead, a four-story structure with a near-flat roof and painted green walls. The main entrance is composed of an impressive archway, a large sign depicting a sleeping bear jutting out from its top.
Vordan's crew of pirates have transformed themselves into a gang of land thieves, preying on the inhabitants of Charden, the largest of the Seventeen Isles. He bought the inn and pays the wages of all the staff, keeping it as his own personal stronghold. It would seem he has no fear of living in plain sight. The men in his employ number near one hundred, and there isn't a united force stationed on this island large enough to dispose of them.
But I don't need to dispose of them. All I need is to get in and then get Vordan and his map piece out without alerting the rest of his men. His questioning and inevitable torture will happen once we're back on my ship.
I slide down the street, keeping close to the roughly constructed townhome on my right. The city is asleep at this hour. I haven't spotted a soul moving about, save Vordan's men on watch.
A tinkling sound stops me dead in my tracks. I hold my breath as I peer around the next corner, into the gap between this home and the next. But there is only a street urchin — a young boy perhaps eight or nine years of age — searching through a pile of glass bottles.
I'm surprised when he turns his head in my direction. I've been as silent as the dead, but I suppose to survive on the streets, one must sense when a threat may be nearby.
I put my finger to my lips, then toss a coin at the boy, who catches it without taking his eyes off me. I give him a wink before crossing the gap to the next home.
Here, I wait, watching my breath fog out in front of me in the slim moonlight. Though I could use the heat, I don't dare risk the sound of my hands rubbing together. There is nothing for me to do now except to hold perfectly still.
Finally, an owl hoot comes. Then another. And another. I wait until I hear all seven of them — signaling that each crossing street and guarded rooftop has been cleared.
I watch the windows of the large inn in front of me. There's not a single candle lit, nor a silhouette of movement behind the glass. I take my chance and scurry up to the inn.
A rope already hangs down from the roof. Sorinda has beaten me here. I hoist myself up floor after floor, avoiding the windows, until my boots steady on the stone tiles of the roof. Sorinda is just putting her sword away, four of Vordan's men dead at her feet. There is nothing she excels at more than killing.
Without saying a word, she helps me to pull up the rope and reattach it so it dangles on the west side of the rooftop. Vordan's window is on the top floor, third window from the right.
Ready? I mouth.
* * *
Holding my knife against a sleeping Vordan's throat fills me with the sweetest feeling of justice. I move my free hand to cover his mouth.
His eyes fly open, and I press the knife in a little deeper, just enough to slice the skin but not enough to make him bleed.
"Call out for help, and I slit your throat," I whisper. I remove my free hand from his mouth.
"Alosa," he says, a bitter acknowledgment.
"Vordan." He's just as I remember. A man with unremarkable looks: brown hair and eyes, an average build, average height. Nothing to make him stand out in a crowd, which is how he likes it.
"You figured it out," he says, obviously referring to his identity, which he'd initially lied about. When I was a prisoner on the Night Farer, he had pretended to be one of my father's men and had gone by the name Theris.
"Where's the map?" I ask.
Sorinda, who stands as a silent sentinel behind me, begins moving about the room. I hear her rustling through the drawers of the dresser, then picking at the floorboards.
"I have no use for you if you don't tell me where it is," I say. "I will end your life. Right here. In this room. Your men will find your body in the morning."
He smiles then. "You need me alive, Alosa. Otherwise I'd already be dead."
"If I have to ask you one more time, I'll start singing," I warn. "What should I make you do first? Break your legs? Draw pictures on the walls in your own blood?"
He swallows. "My men outnumber yours three to one. I'm not going anywhere, and that voice of yours will do you little good when you can only control three at a time."
"Your men won't be able to do much fighting when they're asleep in their beds. My girls are already locking them in their rooms."
His eyes narrow.
"Pity you didn't catch my spy in your ranks, and it's a shame you didn't notice her switching out all the locks on the doors. Yes, they lock from the outside now."
"They've been alerted. My men on watch —"
"Are all dead. The four men on this roof. The five in the streets. The three on the butcher's roof, the tanner's, and the supply store."
His mouth widens so I can see his teeth. "Six," he says.
My breathing stops for a beat.
"I had six on the streets," he clarifies.
What? No. We would've known —
A bell tolls so loudly it will wake the entire town.
I swear under my breath.
"The little boy," I say, just as Vordan reaches underneath his pillow. For the dagger I've already removed. "Time to go, Sorinda."
Get up. I direct the words at Vordan, but they are not an ordinary command spoken with an ordinary voice. The words are sung, full of magic passed on to me by my siren mother.
And all men who hear them have no choice but to obey.
Vordan rises from his bed at once, plants his feet on the floor.
Where is the map?
His hand goes to his throat and pulls out a leather cord hidden beneath his shirt. On the end is a glass vial, no bigger than my thumb, stoppered with a cork. And rolled up inside is the final map piece. With it, my father and I will finally travel to the siren island and claim its treasure.
My body is already alive with song, my senses heightened. I can hear the men moving below, shrugging on their boots and running for their doors.
I pull the vial at Vordan's neck. The cord snaps, and I place the entire necklace in the pocket of the ebony corset I wear.
I make Vordan go out the door first. He's barefoot, of course, and wears only a loose flannel shirt and cotton trousers. The man who locked me in a cage does not get the comfort of shoes and a coat.
Sorinda is right behind me as I step into the hallway. Below, I hear Vordan's men throwing the weight of their bodies against their locked doors, trying to respond to the warning bell. Damn that bell!
My girls haven't reached the upper floors yet. Men from this floor and the one below spill into the hallway. It doesn't take them long to spot their captain.
I sing a series of words to Vordan in no more than a whisper.
He shouts, "Outside, you fools! It's the land king's men. They approach from the south! Go and meet them."
Many start to move, heeding their captain's call, but one man shouts, "No, look behind him! It's the siren bitch!"
That man, I decide, dies first.
Vordan must have warned them against a situation like this, because the men draw their cutlasses and charge.
Blast it all.
I expand the song, placing two more of Vordan's men under my spell, then send them in front of us to battle the oncoming men.
The narrowness of the hallway works to our advantage. The inn is rectangular, with rooms lining the edge of one side of the hallway and a railing on the other. Over the railing one can see clear down to the first floor. A stairwell zigzags up to each floor, the only way up or down except for the windows and the long drop to the bottom.
I step in line with the three men under my spell to fight the first wave. I ram my shoulder into the pirate who dared to call me "the siren bitch," sending him over the railing. He screams until he's cut off with a loud crunch. I don't pause to look — I'm already thrusting my sword through the belly of the next pirate. He collapses to the floor, and I walk over his twitching body to reach the next man.
Vordan's pirates have no qualms against cutting down their own men, but they won't touch their captain. As soon as one of the spares goes down, I enchant the next closest man, having him fill the gap, keeping three under my control at all times.
Sorinda is at our backs, facing the two men who came out of the rooms on the very end, and I don't worry about checking over my shoulder. They won't get through her.
Soon Vordan's men realize that if they kill their own men, they will be the next victims to fall under my spell. They retreat, running down the stairs, likely hoping to change the battleground to the open first floor of the inn. But my girls, the ones who were locking doors, meet them on the second floor. Ten women, personally trained by me, led by Mandsy, my ship's doctor and second mate, prevent them from taking the stairs.
We've got them fighting on two sides now.
"Snap out of it, Captain!" the unusually tall man fighting me now shouts over to Vordan. "Tell us what to do!" After parrying his last jab, I send my elbow into the underside of his chin. His head snaps back, and I cut off his grunt by raking my cutlass across his throat.
Their numbers are dwindling, but those who were locked in their rooms have started hacking through their doors with their cutlasses and joining the fight.
Men begin jumping over the railing of the second floor, crashing onto the tables and chairs of the eating area below. Some fall only to break limbs and twist ankles, but many manage the fall and attempt to attack my girls from behind.
Oh, no you don't.
I jump over the railing, land on my feet easily, and tackle the four men approaching my girls. I dare a glance upward as I find my footing, and see that Sorinda has dispatched the men once at my back and has now taken my spot.
"Sorinda! Get down here," I yell, pausing my singing just long enough to get the words out.
I cut at the hamstrings of one of the men I felled. The next gets the point of my dagger jammed into the base of his spine. The other two are rounding on me, finally finding their feet.
The smaller of the two meets my eyes, recognizes who I am, and makes a run for it out the main entrance, just past the stairs.
"I've got him," Sorinda, having reached the main floor, says, and darts past me.
The last man in my path throws down his sword. "I surrender," he says. I hit him on the head with the pommel of my sword. He crumples in a heap at my feet.
There are maybe forty men left, trying to force their way down past my crew. Vordan and two of his men remain at the back of the line, still under my spell, fighting against their own crew.
But my powers are running out. We need to get out of here. I glance around the room, noting the unlit lanterns hanging all along the walls, contemplating the oil resting inside.
Jump, I command Vordan. He doesn't hesitate. He throws himself over the railing. He lands with one of his legs bent awkwardly beneath him, just as I'd intended.
I release Vordan and the two pirates at the back of the line from my spell, and instead focus the rest of my efforts on the three right in front of my crew.
Hold the line, I command. They rotate instantly, turning their swords on their own men. To my girls, I shout, "Unload the extra gunpowder for your pistols onto the stairs."
Mandsy steps back, pulls the powder pouch from near her holster, and throws it onto the step just below the men under my spell. The rest of the girls follow suit, nine more bags of powder dropping to the floor.
"Go get Vordan! Get him to the carriage."
Vordan swears at the top of his lungs now that he has his senses. My girls pick him clean off his feet, since his leg is useless, and carry him through the exit. I'm right behind them, pulling my pistol from my side and aiming at that pile of gunpowder.
The blast presses at my back, pushing me faster. Smoke fills my nostrils and a surge of heat envelops me. I lurch forward, but catch my footing and hurry on. Looking over my shoulder, I take in the destruction. The inn still stands, but it's burning apart from the inside. The wall surrounding the main entrance now lies in tatters around the road. The pirates still inside are burning husks on the ground.
I make a turn down the next street, racing toward the rendezvous point. Sorinda materializes out of the darkness and runs silently next to me.
"In and out without anyone being the wiser," she says, deadpan.
"Plans change. Besides, I had all of Vordan's men piled together in one location. How could I resist blowing it up? He has nothing now."
"Except a broken leg."
I smile. Sorinda rarely bothers with humor. "Yes, except that."
We round another corner and reach the carriage. Wallov and Deros sit at the reins. They were the only men on my crew until Enwen and Kearan joined, but I left the latter two on the Ava-lee to guard the ship under Niridia's watch. Wallov and Deros are my brig guards. They jump from their seat and open the carriage doors. A cage rests on the floor inside. Deros pulls out a key and unlocks it, letting the opening swing wide.
"Wallov, show our guest inside," I say.
"You can't put me in there," Vordan says. "Alosa, I —"
He's cut off by Sorinda's fist slamming into his gut. She gags him and ties his hands behind his back. Only then does Wallov thrust him inside the cage. It's rather small, meant for a dog or some sort of livestock, but we manage to squeeze Vordan inside.
I step up to the carriage door and look inside. On the seats rest two wooden chests, their locks broken.
"Did you get it all, then?" I ask.
"Aye," Wallov says. "Athella's information was spot on. Vordan's gold was in the cellar underneath the false floor."
"And just where is our informant?"
"Here, Captain!" Athella steps out from among the group behind Mandsy. She's still in disguise, her hair hidden beneath a tricorne, fake facial hair stuck to her chin. She's put face paint over her brows to widen and darken them. Lines around her cheeks make them look more elongated. Blocks in her shoes give her the necessary extra height, and she wears a bulky vest under her shirt to fill out the men's clothing.
She pulls the masculine accoutrements from her body and wipes her face until she looks like herself once more. What's left is a reed-thin girl with hair that falls to her shoulders in a smooth, black sheet. Athella is the ship's designated spy and most renowned lock pick.
I turn back to Vordan, who's staring bug-eyed at the young girl he thought was a member of his crew. He swivels his gaze to me, eyes sizzling with hate.
"How does it feel to be the one locked in the cage?" I ask.
He pulls at his bound hands, trying to free himself, and my mind is pulled back to that time two months ago when Vordan stuck me in a cage and forced me to show him all the abilities I possess, using Riden to make me comply.
He, too, is back on my ship, healing from the gunshot wounds Vordan gave him. I'll have to finally take the time to visit him once we get back, but for now —
I slam the carriage door in Vordan's face.
Excerpted from "Daughter of the Siren Queen"
Copyright © 2018 Tricia Levenseller.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
My only words are that there has to be a third book with the land king in it and I hope that book will be just as good!
Well that was certainly a splashy way to go out. After a weird reread of the first book, I was a bit hesitant about going into this one. However, I had forgotten just how easy it was to get into Levenseller's writing. I mean, dear gosh, her writing is just as easy to read as a sea breeze. I easily sat down and binge read it in 3 sittings, and the flow, the pacing, and everything was spot on. Even though I would get frustrated at parts, the book never faltered in the easy, breezy flow. I think the biggest issue with the novel was the romance. The romance killed me - and not in the adorable, shippable way. For most of the novel, the angst level was permanently set on high. It was like someone just kept jiggling the novel on the handle of the stove and it was getting so hot that I just wanted out of this book kitchen. They were both making idiotic and frustrating choices, and I just couldn't wrap my mind around it. In the first novel, Riden and Alosa were my OTP, and instead they turned into SMH. Just so many unnecessary bickering and stupid decisions and ridiculous choices. There were a few great moments, but I just got so frustrated. Alosa and Riden themselves frustrated me as well individually. I felt like I lost a lot of who Riden was in the first novel. I couldn't pinpoint him anymore, and I just understand his motivations and traits. Alosa herself - well, I loved her moments with her strength and ruthlessness and overall loyalty to those she loved. However, as I said, she made a lot of decisions the moment Riden appeared and at times, she was just a bit too cliche for me. That being said, I absolutely enjoyed the secondary supporting cast. Levenseller made a dynamic and fun crew, and there were many characters that I enjoyed. I found there were many characters I would enjoy side stories of them, and I even had another ship that I was deeply rooting for??? I think they were super fun, and I just loved the crew so much. And trust me, this crew was just all epic female empowerment, and I was hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for it. I also was very interested in the plot. It had me investeddddddddddd. I had to know what was going to happen, and it just moved along from thing to thing. It had a pretty good pacing, and I like the things that Levenseller incorporated into the story. Um, the cannibal island was oddly one of my favorite events in the story??? It just felt like a cool addition to the story and like I was in a Pirates movie. As I mentioned earlier, the female empowerment was crazy good. So many A++++ for Levenseller. Overall, it was just an okay follow-up to the first book. I think it continued with a super intriguing plot along with the fantastic crew and easy writing. However, I did notice it being more cheesy/cliche and Riden/Alosa kind of killed me. It's still a good campy series that does bring the fun. Plus female pirates are the best. 3 crowns and a Belle rating!
I really hope to see Alosa, her crew and her family again someday soon
Daughter of the Siren Queen is the second book in the Daughter of the Pirate King duology. I absolutely loved this series and didn’t know how much I needed a YA pirate adventure until I read these books. Alosa has the sass and smarts (but not the drinking habit) to be aptly compared to the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Alosa is a fierce pirate with a crew full of strong females (and a couple of males). It is so nice to see positive relationships between them and the bond that they have formed as a crew. Despite the size of the group, they all have unique personalities which set them apart from one another. I didn’t frequently forget who they were, which sometimes happens when they’re not developed enough. There aren’t enough positive female friendships represented in YA, so this was really nice to read. I enjoyed the interactions between Riden and Alosa in the first book, so I was happy to see them expanded here. He is the bane of her existence and yet she cannot stop thinking about him. It was nice to see both their struggles and successes. It allowed each character to grow throughout the story and learn more about themselves. I loved getting to learn more about Alosa’s parents and specifically the Siren-half of her biology. Sirens have been depicted in many different fashions over the decades, so I was really curious to see how they would come across in this series. It would have been nice to see them given more depth or motivation, but in this particular mythology, I can understand why it wasn’t there. My one qualm with this book and the reason that I took it down a half a star is the pacing. Throughout the book, I felt that the pacing was really good, but then the ending seemed incredibly rushed to me. It was another situation in which I felt that we would be left with a cliffhanger and have to find out what happens in the third book because there were so few pages left. Instead, a lot happened at the end that was fast and exciting, but the actual climax was anti-climactic. Had those final scenes been given just a little more time, I think this could have been a five-star read.
So I read in the acknowledgements that she had a hard time while writing this book? And honestly, I'm like HOW? This book was excellent and actually my favorite of the two. I really enjoyed this book, but I really hate that this is the end. Alosa has finished the mission that her father set her on, but then she hears from one of her prisoners that her father is keeping a major secret from her. In the midst of determining the truth, she finds out more information that leaves her reeling. She now sees her father and his keep for what they truly are: monsters. She does everything she can to reach the treasure before they do and keep those she cares about out of harm's way. I was late to the party with this series originally. But I was still able to read it a couple months ago and I fell in love with thecharacters. That spcific detail transferred to this story too. I loved Alosa so much more this time and it wasso great to be back in her head again. And for her to be a pirate, it was pretty cool. I loved the siren side of her as well. It was pretty cool to learn about the legends behind them. It was pretty awesome. I also really liked the writing style. Just like last time I eased into the story and then got caught there. I hardly ever take 15 minute breaks, but with this one I found myself taking one just to dive back in and read. The entire book everytime I felt like things were ok, there was some huge surprise that happened that I wasn't expecting and I was holding my breath. Definitely not what I was expecting, but it was amazing. I also really loved the world building. Although a bit more could have been done on the descriptions of the setting, it was also cool to be able to come up with those pictures in my own mind. Especially since it was a fantasy, it would've been cool to have a clearer picture from the author. This book was an amazing series ender and I'm still upset that it was just a duology. It was a very interesting series about a girl who has a Pirate King father and a Siren Queen mother who had more power than she thought. I can't wait to see what else it is that Levenseller brings to her next book. Hopefully it wil be an epilogue of a thing they talked about in the book.....
I really hope there will be more!
The minute I saw an ARC of Daughter of the Siren Queen in a parcel from Macmillan International, I SCREAMED. I read Daughter of the Pirate King, the prequel and Tricia Levenseller’s debut a few months ago and ever since then, I’d been ITCHING to get my hands on this book. Despite the fact that I had so many pending ARCs and finished copies to review, I couldn’t help the itch to reach out and read this BEAUTIFUL book and within a week or two of receiving it, I caved. Daughter of the Siren Queen was a BRILLIANT book filled with pirates, love, family, betrayals, battles, twists, mythical creatures, chemistry and FEMINISM. It was the perfect combination of everything good in the fantasy world and I loved every second of being immersed in this book. In fact, I NEED MORE BOOKS WITH ALOSA AND RIDEN AND THE AVA-LEE AND EVERYONE ONE IT because HOLY CRAP THEY ARE ALL SUCH AMAZING CHARACTERS AND DESERVE MORE STORIES. My Thoughts: 1. While the prequel, Daughter of the Pirate King, took me by surprise with how good it was, I pretty much EXPECTED it from Daughter of the Siren Queen. I expected it to be great, and this book lived up to my expectations. 2. Like the first book, this story is mostly told on sea, aboard a pirate ship but this one is different because Alosa is no longer a prisoner and is back on her own ship. Most of her crew is made up of badass female pirates and I loved getting to know them especially Mandsy, Nirida and Sorinda. 3. THE ALOSA AND RIDEN SCENES IN THIS BOOK ARE LIFE. I absolutely loved how he tried to understand her as a half siren, and how she tried to deal with what she felt for him and why he kept her human. Their character development in this book was stunning, just like all their illicit kisses and arguments. 4. Apart from her journey with Riden, Alosa made HUGE strides as both a Siren and a daughter in this book and how Tricia Levenseller made it all come to life was brilliant. I loved the way her mind worked, her Slytherin attitude, her fearlessness and her loyalty. I will truly miss reading from her perspective. 5. While this book was GREAT, it somehow just missed the magic that made Daughter of the Pirate King one of my favourite 2017 reads. I don’t know if it was the fact that there were so many new characters, or the fact that I was expecting it to be brilliant, but this book ranks second to its prequel. Would I recommend this series? HELL YES. Daughter of the Siren Queen filled with feminism, sirens, magic, pirates, friendship, treasure and chemistry filled banter and IT’S EVERYTHING YOU NEVER KNEW YOU NEEDED IN YOUR LIVES. 4.5 Stars.
It was the characters from the first book that made me interested in reading this one. I really liked Alosa and Riden and the crew. I love their fierceness and bravery. Alosa’s Siren side was extra intriguing to me and I was thrilled to see that we got to get more of her and that side. Plot wise, it was fairly fast paced. There are a lot of things going on and different facets to the overall object of the story. There are lots of battle scenes and the fluid movement of Alosa’s crew is one of the best parts. Overall, it was a quick and enjoyable read with a satisfying ending. I don’t know if there’s going to be another book, but if there is, I’ll be reading it. **Huge thanks to Feiwel and Friends for providing the arc free of charge**