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Mortal Fire

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by Elizabeth Knox

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Sixteen-year-old Canny Mochrie's parents go away on a vacation, so they send her off on a trip of her own with her stepbrother, Sholto, and his opinionated girlfriend, Susan, who are interviewing the survivors of a strange coal mine disaster and researching local folklore in 1959 Southland, New Zealand. Canny is left to herself to wander in a mysterious and enchanting


Sixteen-year-old Canny Mochrie's parents go away on a vacation, so they send her off on a trip of her own with her stepbrother, Sholto, and his opinionated girlfriend, Susan, who are interviewing the survivors of a strange coal mine disaster and researching local folklore in 1959 Southland, New Zealand. Canny is left to herself to wander in a mysterious and enchanting nearby valley, occupied almost entirely by children who all have the last name, Zarene, and can perform a special type of magic that tells things how to be stronger and better than they already are. With the help of a seventeen-year-old boy who is held hostage in a hidden house by a spell that is now more powerful than the people who first placed it, Canny figures out why she, too, can use this special magic that only Zarenes should know, and where she really came from. Printz Honor author Elizabeth Knox has created another stunning world of intrigue in Mortal Fire.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Like a Sunday afternoon stroll, Knox’s story sets a meandering pace with an uncertain destination—a page-turner this is not. Given time and an eye for detail, however, Canny Mochrie’s summer odyssey unfolds from a dry depiction of school life in 1959 to a lushly strange dream in a Shangri-La valley. The novel is set in Southland, the lightly fictionalized New Zealand Knox created for Dreamhunter and Dreamquake. Canny is a 16-year-old Ma’eu, taciturn, antisocial, and exceptionally gifted in math. References to Canny’s “Extra,” almost incidental at first, gradually expand as she unwillingly accompanies her college-age stepbrother and his girlfriend on a research trip to a remote town. The Extra is an ethereal script that Canny alone can see, attached to plants, buildings, or nothing at all. When the three come upon a valley dense with the Extra, Canny realizes that there is more to her visions than her own oddness—there are people, the Zarenes, whose existence is interwoven with this magical language. But what is Canny’s connection to them? Dreamlike yet clear-eyed, Canny’s encounter rewards those who give themselves over to Knox’s storytelling. Ages 12–up. (June)
VOYA - Jessica Miller
Canny Mochrie, as both a mathematical prodigy and a Ma'eu, does not really fit in with the majority of students at her largely white tech school in Southland. For years, she has only had one close friend, but Marli, slowly dying from polio, is now trapped in an iron lung. While Canny's famous war-hero mother is going to their ancestral home in the Shackle Islands to receive an award, Canny is sent off for the summer on a research trip with her older step-brother and his girlfriend. Their search for oral histories takes them to a hidden valley where a mysterious and powerful family draws Canny's fascination. The Zarenes perform magic, using spells to keep both the valley fertile and their family's deepest shame a secret. Canny soon discovers that her own mental prowess allows her to perform the same magic and it is here that she begins to discover her own true potential. Knox once again creates a brilliant blend of historical fiction and magical realism, creating a world so well-developed that a reader could step into it and feel the magic in the air. Canny is a fascinating main character surrounded by mysterious secondary characters whose secrets are slowly revealed as Knox layers each person's story into others to create a complex world. Readers of Knox's previous novels will enjoy the references to the Hame Dreamhunters, but this book brings readers into a fresh new world with its own circuitous storyline. Libraries with readers looking for a sophisticated fantasy will be pleased with Knox's newest offering. Reviewer: Jessica Miller
Children's Literature - Toni Jourdan
Sixteen-year-old Canny Mochrie is growing up in Southland’s city of Castlereagh. Her mother is the famous Sisema Afa, known for safeguarding two airmen from a downed plane during wartime. Canny has a stepbrother named Sholto. A young historian, he takes her with him when he and his girlfriend Susan go to gather information about the Bull Run Mine explosion in Massenfer. They settle in a mystical valley where the Zarene family resides. Iris Zarene and her brothers Cyrus and Lealand run a sort of bed and breakfast and bee farm. These three appear to be the only adults in this valley. When Canny spies a cottage up the hill she follows her curiosity to investigate. It is the home of seventeen-year-old Ghislain Zarene, who is kept within his cottage grounds by an imprisonment spell that seems unbreakable. Usually people cannot reach him thanks to the spell, but Canny is not your normal teenager. She has always been different. She was born with an expressionless face that is unmovable yet serene. She also has genius-like math skills and an odd ability to decipher unseen signs as if they were equations. She realizes that she can “read” the spells in the valley and, as a result, reach out to Ghislain which begins a caring and romantic relationship between the teens. Cyrus finds out about Canny’s abilities first, but Iris who is furious about this ability and wants the outsiders removed before it is too late. I found the story hard to read. A coal mine disaster, the magical symbols, Marli in her iron lung, the bees…. Knox has woven an intricate tale that eluded me until the last hundred pages. Canny is a rare heroine, so I’d say stick it out for a story that is intellectually and magically crafted from beginning to end. Reviewer: Toni Jourdan; Ages 12 up.
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—A complex, riveting novel set in 1959 on an island republic in the South Pacific, "in a world very like our own-but not completely." Canny, 16, is a mathematician who can see "Extra"-like bits of an unknown language floating in letters in the air. Her brilliance earns her accolades as she competes as a member of the math team. School has ended for the year, and Canny is being forced to accompany her stepbrother, Sholto, and his girlfriend on a camping trip to the Peninsula. Canny's stepfather, who is a history professor, is researching a mining disaster that took place there 30 years before, and Sholto will be interviewing people in the area. Canny doesn't want to go along for lots of reasons, but mainly because she doesn't want to be away from her best friend, Marli, who is a polio victim and is kept in an iron lung. Canny's strong-willed mother insists, and the girl is forced to comply. While on the trip, the young people enter a valley that changes Canny's life forever. The air is rife with Extra, she recognizes that magic is being used by the people there, and she also discovers that she is able to perform it herself. She finds a way to the hidden house at the top of the hill, where Ghislain, an attractive 17-year-old, is trapped by a spell put in place decades earlier. Canny decides to try to steal some of the magic to heal Marli. Torn between her attraction for Ghislain and her loyalty to her friend, she is faced with almost overwhelming realizations as her true parentage is revealed. An absorbing, but challenging read.—Kathy Kirchoefer, Henderson County Public Library, NC
Kirkus Reviews
A detached, secretive teen discovers the mystery of her origin when she encounters a peculiar, unorthodox family with magical powers. Growing up in 1959 in Southland, a South Pacific island "in a world very like our own," Canny graduates from tech school, where she's a math whiz, "impervious to the point of rudeness," with the ability to see Extra, which are cryptic letters attached to objects. Raised by a domineering mother, Canny knows nothing about her father and wonders what she's "made of." Her only friend, Marli, has polio. Traveling to research a 1929 mining disaster with her stepbrother, Canny enters the Zarene Valley, where she notices the air thick with Extra. She realizes the paranoid Zarenes protect themselves and their valley with Ideogrammatic spells that she can decipher. Determined to steal their magic to help Marli, Canny finds a house where time stands still for 17-year-old Ghislain, a Zarene who's been imprisoned there by a spell since 1929. Drawn to Ghislain and driven by her need to know, Canny risks all to unlock the valley's hidden secrets. A deeply intriguing heroine, Canny provides the focus for this powerful, perplexing story rife with enigmatic characters in a spellbound setting. This intense, complex, occasionally inscrutable fantasy requires patient readers. (Fantasy. 12 & up)
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“I love this book with all of my heart, which is not that surprising, since Elizabeth Knox wrote it. I love all of her books. Mortal Fire and its heroine, Canny, are that rare thing: real magic.” —Kelly Link, author of Pretty Monsters

“Knox fans (and we are legion) who've been longing for another visit to the Southland of the Dreamhunter Duet should fall upon Mortal Fire with cries of glee. This book is finely wrought magic from start to finish. It has brains; it has heart; it has people to fear and to fall in love with, and it all takes place in a totally beguiling world full of natural beauties, glittering puzzles, and earthy problems. It's a rich and satisfying read.” —Margo Lanagan, Printz Honor Award–winning author of Tender Morsels

“A remarkable book.” —Holly Black, New York Times–bestselling author of Tithe

“Knox returns to the world she so vividly created in the Dreamhunter Duet for this standalone novel. . . . The prose is lush and descriptive, the characters are drawn with finesse, the plot is a series of riddles nested within one another like Russian dolls.” —The Horn Book

“Intense, complex.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Intricately plotted, highly literate prose, along with alternating points of view, illuminates the fantastical heart of the story. . . . This is one of those books that, when finished, prompts the reader to go back and reread it in hopes of catching all the clues along the way.” —Booklist

“It is like nothing else I've ever read. The characters are so real, you'll feel like you know exactly what they look like and how their voices sound and what they would say or do in any given situation. More than that, you'll want to hang out with them. Then the world is so amazing and unique. You will want to go there. You will want to walk into ‘the Place.' And you will want to sleep in a dream opera.” —Stephenie Meyer, The Twilight Saga on Dreamhunter

“Fascinating . . . Will surely lure readers back for multiple readings.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review on Dreamhunter

“A lyrical, intricate and ferociously intelligent fantasy . . . Satisfies fully while pointing to the promised sequel. Provocative and compelling.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review on Dreamhunter

“Readers pining for a fantasist to rival Philip Pullman or Garth Nix may have finally found what they seek in New Zealander Knox.” —Booklist, starred review on Dreamhunter

Printz Honor Award–winning author of Tender Margo Lanagan

Knox fans (and we are legion) who've been longing for another visit to the Southland of the Dreamhunter Duet should fall upon Mortal Fire with cries of glee. This book is finely wrought magic from start to finish. It has brains; it has heart; it has people to fear and to fall in love with, and it all takes place in a totally beguiling world full of natural beauties, glittering puzzles, and earthy problems. It's a rich and satisfying read.

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Mortal Fire

By Elizabeth Knox

Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Copyright © 2013 Elizabeth Knox
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ISBN: 978-0-374-38831-7


Canny and her teammates stood on platform nine of Castlereagh Station and watched everything they'd seen the night before in Founderston play again in reverse. Passengers from the overnight express were met, kissed, and led away into the concourse—or set off by themselves heads down into the hot wind. Bundles of pillows, sheets, and blankets were removed from the sleeper car, piled into handcarts, and wheeled away by the porters. The only difference was that here, in their hometown, the team's school uniforms were recognized, and several people stepped up to shake their hands. One man even opened his newspaper to their photo and had them sign it, first the three boys, then Canny. The man said that the Castlereagh Clarion had finally stopped calling their win an unlikely one.

It was the second year that Castlereagh Tech had carried off the supreme award at the National Mathematics Competition; a contest traditionally won by either Founderston Collegiate or St. Thomas's—a decades-long rivalry in which the prize simply changed hands between the capital's two best boys' schools. Castlereagh Tech was a coeducational, state-run high school full of "kids of every stripe"—to quote its own principal—and famous for nothing much but disturbances on city buses and the occasional talented rugby player. When, two years before, Castlereagh Tech's junior math team took the prize in their section of the competition, even the Clarion reported their win as a surprising result. Last year the same "whiz kids" made the front page in their hometown. This year the Clarion was taking their feats a little more for granted.

"Only page two," said one of Canny's teammates, disappointed.

Canny took off her blazer. Mr. Grove, the head of the mathematics department, said, "Agnes Mochrie, you can remove that blazer once you're back in bounds. Until then you must remember you are representing your school."

Canny put her blazer back on. She stared at Mr. Grove, whose favorite pupil she was, and wondered how she could get him to just let her go. Then, because she wanted what she wanted, and was already imagining herself setting off with her suitcase banging on the backs of her legs, Canny just said the first thing that came into her head, without articulating any of the steps that led up to it. "I don't have to wait till visiting time," she said. "I could go now and they'd let me in."

"Please endeavor to make better sense when you speak, Agnes," said Miss Venn—the history teacher who'd had to travel north with the team because Canny couldn't be expected to go on a trip with just three male classmates and the male head of the math department. (This was what the newspapers, and everyone else, failed to remark upon—that the coeducational college that won the National Mathematics Competition was the only coeducational college with a girl on its team.)

Mr. Grove was pretty good at following Canny's thinking, even when it wasn't mathematical. He said to Miss Venn, "Agnes visits Marli Vaiu after school every day."

There was a pause of a soft sort that Canny knew was sympathy.

"There's a rehearsal for the end-of-year prize-giving this morning that you're all required to attend," said Miss Venn. "But I'm sure they'll let you go after that."

One of the boys said, "Have our reports gone out?"

"They were put into the mail on Monday."

Canny had nothing to fear from the last report of her school career. She was a good student, and her teachers had always encouraged her. And since it was her last report, there'd be no little improvements she'd be expected to make.

Canny forgot about her report and stared off into space. She was wondering how many of her postcards she might find taped to the mirror above Marli's face, a mirror in which Marli could see the window of the ward and the tops of the trees that the hospital board were planning to cut down to make room for another parking lot. Canny thought about the trees, and their fate, till her mind was full of a green haze as if she were a tree among trees and had just given them the bad news.

Canny was musing, but Mr. Grove thought she was studying the beams of the new roof over the platforms. He asked a question about the roof's construction, one of the casual, fishing questions he liked to ask her. "What makes those beams so strong? Can you guess, Agnes?" he said, and Canny's three teammates abruptly turned away, as if she and Mr. Grove had started taking off their clothes. Canny noticed this disapproval and immediately put it aside without thinking about it. She gave the beams a proper look and, after a moment, told Mr. Grove why exactly they were strong, once meeting his gaze to get him to give her the word she needed, a descriptive word she didn't know but knew must exist.

Mr. Grove smiled. He was proud of her. Canny liked being his favorite, so she attempted a smile and said, "The new bridge in Founderston—"

In his enthusiasm Mr. Grove took off, talking over her. "Yes, the new bridge is built by the same principle. Well observed, Agnes."

Mr. Grove had been an engineer in the army during the Second World War and was passionate about the practical applications of mathematics. He had once famously shouted at a year-nine class that mathematics could save their lives. (He had lost his leg to a badly placed round by a British artillery unit, and his opinions about mortality and mathematics had some weight.)

"But the bridge is stronger than the roof," Canny said.

Founderston's newest bridge had been the best thing about the tour they'd taken of the capital's points of interest. It was a beautiful piece of engineering, and Mr. Grove had helped his pupils to see it with his own loving eyes. But to Canny, the bridge wasn't just beautiful. It had something Extra. It was the first time she'd seen the thing she thought of as her "Extra" attached to an object. She had wondered whether the new bridge's Extra was a property of the river—the mighty Sva—and had only fetched up against the structure in the same way that flotsam collects around the piles of bridges when a river runs high. She couldn't imagine how it might actually be part of the bridge, but it had seemed to be there for something.

It was only recently Canny had realized that usually no one else could see this "Extra," though it had at least once appeared in a form visible to others. That was three years before, on a family trip. Canny and her stepbrother, Sholto, had been trailing behind their parents in Founderston's old town when she'd spotted a line scrawled on a smoke-stained brick wall. The chalked letters looked so ordinary that she'd asked Sholto if he could see them too, and whether he knew what they meant.

"I don't know what it says. Perhaps it's Greek. The people in the old town used to speak a kind of Greek. But what do you mean, can I see it too?"

Canny didn't answer Sholto. But when they were home again she looked up the Greek alphabet in an encyclopedia. The Greeks' alpha beta delta was nothing like the chalk writing. And, anyway, why would she see bits of Greek that were invisible to everyone else—letters salted like frost between a certain pair of gate posts, or floating like thistledown above the grandstand when she was at the racetrack with Marli's family?

Canny was very persistent when puzzled and had taken the problem to Sholto again. She asked, "What would you feel if you could see things no one else could see?"

"I expect I'd feel very proud of my powers of perception," Sholto replied. "Though I hope not too proud, because, as sure as eggs are eggs, what no one else sees, no one else cares about."

Canny felt both reassured and put in her place. It was only later that it dawned on her that Sholto had thought she was talking about her flair for math.

Now Mr. Grove was saying, "Of course the worst the station roof has to deal with is a Southerly Buster, whereas a bridge on the Sva—" And he went on to talk about laminar and turbulent flow, and Canny listened because it was interesting, and because she didn't know how to begin to explain that, when she saw the bridge, she thought that someone had told it to be strong in the same way that her mother would tell her to be brave. Brave about inoculations, or having her wound cleaned that time she and Marli crashed their homemade go-kart and Canny lost a toenail. Canny wouldn't even be crying, and her mother would say, "Be brave." And sometimes, because she was not just any old mother, but Sisema Mochrie: "Be braver than you are." Canny had looked at the new bridge and thought that someone had told it to be stronger than it was, stronger than its materials and its make.

Mr. Grove was still going on enthusiastically when one of the boys said, "Here's our bus, sir."

The school bus rocked across the potholed asphalt of the drop-off lane, its suspension squeaking. Behind the bus was a car. Canny recognized her stepfather's bulbous beige Austin. Her stepbrother, Sholto, was behind the wheel, and her mother was in the backseat, as if Sholto was her chauffeur.

As soon as she spotted the car, Canny hurried toward it. Her only thought was to cast herself bodily into that suddenly sickeningly narrow gap between her home and school life. She did not want her mother to have any opportunity to emerge from the car and say something her teachers and teammates might overhear. Something typically odd and imperious.

Canny saw that her mother had leaned forward to issue orders—telling Sholto what he should say to her teachers. She jumped off the platform and ran to the Austin, her suitcase pummeling her calves. She heard Miss Venn call out, her voice sharp and angry.

Sholto opened his door and put out a hand to catch her. Her shoulder thudded into his palm, jarring them both. "Hang on a second, mate," he said to her, friendly and casual. He was trying to calm her. "Let me put your bag in the trunk. Then I'll have a quick word with Miss Venn." Sholto removed the bag from Canny's hand, unlocked the trunk, and put it in. He strode off. Miss Venn met him among the potholes—Mr. Grove had only limped to the edge of the platform.

Sholto said, "Hello, Miss Venn. It's good to see you again. Look here—Akanesi's mother has made an appointment with the principal and is anxious about the time. Since we're in a rush, she had better come with me. I'll be able to duck and weave between the trams and get there in good time."

Miss Venn looked mollified. Sholto often had that effect on people, no matter what news he had to deliver. He was a nice-looking, well-spoken young man, and the only time Canny had ever seen him strongly opposed was on the cricket pitch by the other team's bowler. Teachers had always loved Sholto—and he was a graduate of Castlereagh Tech, a former valedictorian, and the son of a university professor, a famously outspoken leftist who had sent both his son and stepdaughter to the Tech out of a conviction that the pursuit of snobbish advantages wasn't really to anyone's advantage.

Miss Venn said, "Certainly, Sholto, don't let us hold you up." She gave Canny a little wave. The only protest permitted Canny was to climb in beside Sholto, leaving her mother alone in the backseat.

Sholto pulled out into traffic and made a U-turn, bumping across the tram lines. Cars tooted. Sholto made apologetic faces and hand gestures. Then they were going with the traffic back along Commercial Street.

Canny glanced at her mother in the rearview mirror.

Sisema Mochrie sat—massive, impassive, and queenly—and watched the shop fronts go by.

"Ma, I'm graduating tomorrow," Canny said. "What can you possibly want to say to the principal?"

"I might want to give her an envelope full of money," said Sisema.

Canny met Sholto's eyes. He pulled a face and then said, "Congratulations, kid. I'm really proud of you. And, honestly, it was seat-of-the-pants stuff, even if I couldn't follow half of it."

Canny remembered the radio microphones and the technician with his portable sound booth set up in the aisle of the magnificent hall at Founderston Girls Academy. She had been told that the competition's final rounds were being broadcast, but had forgotten it completely once she was onstage. For a moment Canny ignored her mother—sitting in the back like an unexploded bomb—and asked Sholto what she'd sounded like on the radio.

"Not at all nervous or triumphant," Sholto said approvingly.

"You've just told me what I didn't sound like. But what did I sound like?"

"A sixteen-year-old girl from Castlereagh Tech," Sholto said. Then he grinned. "And a Sybil—as if you might at any moment stray from formula into prophecy."

Sisema snorted. "You're just like your father," she said.

Sholto fell silent. Canny waited. Her mother was going to say "Poetic," or possibly "A flatterer."

"Poetic," said Sisema.

According to Sisema, Sholto was often "just like his father." Whatever Sisema said, it was never wholly insulting, only calculated to make Sholto self-conscious, to make him feel a little quaint and unworldly.

Sholto pushed the Austin past a tram as it jangled through the wide intersection by the steps of the public hospital. They zipped on by the entrance to the steep, oak-lined drive that went up to the parking area behind the hospital. Halfway up the drive was a lane that led into the rear entrance of the ward where Marli was.

Marli Vaiu was Canny's best friend and the only person to whom she ever tried to explain herself. Marli's family came from the Shackle Islands, like Canny's mother. But Sisema was the daughter of a chief, and Marli's father had come to Southland after the War to work in the fish cannery on Sandfly Point. Sisema and Marli's mother had only met once, at a parent-teacher meeting in the girls' first year at Tech. Marli's mother had instantly recognized Sisema as royalty and treated her with great respect—much to their daughters' astonishment. Marli's mother fawned, and Canny's mother put on an air of polite patronage. It was clear to both girls that the women knew their respective places very well and had carried them intact from the Shackles to Castlereagh, and that they were making the best of a friendship that was to one unfortunate and to the other awkward. Canny and Marli were the only Ma'eu girls at Castlereagh Tech. All other Ma'eu girls were to be found at St. Anne's, a small Catholic school. But Marli's family were Quakers, because the Quakers had been kind to Marli's father when he was a lonely early immigrant. And Sisema, having married a white Southlander, a socialist and atheist, had decided that it was most appropriate for her to accept the faith of her husband's mother and join the Southern Orthodox Church. These choices of worship had thrown Canny and Marli together, two Ma'eu girls in a school that was largely white (though Tech also had a group of Faesu, whose families had begun to drift from their isolated villages on the southeastern archipelago after the War to settle in the southern cities of Canning and Castlereagh).

For the first years of Canny and Marli's friendship, Sisema had made a point of reminding her daughter that there was no need for her to cling to Marli just because they looked and sounded alike. She said she fully expected her daughter to eventually discover that she had much more in common with that girl whose father was the editor of the Clarion, or the other, whose grandmother was a stroppy congresswoman. Those two were girls whom Canny could share intellectual interests with. Sisema prodded her daughter now and then about finding a more suitable friend, but when Marli contracted polio and for weeks lay near death in the isolation ward at Castlereagh Hospital, Sisema wordlessly retreated and never tried to part them again.

Canny had visited Marli every day for ten months—only skipping for the math competition, and once when she had a cold, because even mild colds were a threat to Marli's weakened lungs. Canny said "No" to her parents' plans for holidays. They went away, and Canny stayed with Grandma Mochrie and visited the hospital with Marli's family, spreading a flax mat beside the iron lung and singing songs—either to Marli, or with her, at a tempo that suited the rigid regularity of her assisted breathing. Sisema not only stopped trying to separate Canny from her unsuitable friend, she might even have attempted to sympathize. She began once to say to Canny that she understood the attraction of visiting someone who was forced to stay still, sequestered from the world, and would always be there. But at "always be there" Canny's head had reared back, her eyes had whitened, and she stalked off, fleeing what her mother was saying because it seemed that her mother was suggesting that her friend would never get better.


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Elizabeth Knox is the author of the Dreamhunter Duet, which Stephanie Meyer called "like nothing else I've ever read." Dreamquake was a Printz Honor novel. Elizabeth lives in Wellington, New Zealand.

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Mortal Fire 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
MissPrint More than 1 year ago
The Dreamhunter books are two of my favorite titles. Years after reading them, I often find myself still thinking about those stories and Elizabeth Knox's beautiful writing. Needless to say I was excited for Mortal Fire. I think the main problem with this book is that I went into it wanting more of what I found in Dreamhunter (and Tziga Hame is mentioned in passing reference as a historical figure in the novel) but the time period wasn't as charming, the setting wasn't as charming, and the main characters were not as endearing as those found in Dreamhunter. It may not have been the book's fault and I may yet come back to it. However as of this writing I couldn't get into and, honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted to because Canny never quite won me over.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is original and imaginative writing with a smart and multi-faceted heroine. Took a few pages to get into it but the story and ending were definitely satisfying.