A rich portrait of post-Victorian England, The Deepest Night seamlessly blends thrilling romance with riveting history and adventure—perfect for fans of Libba Bray and Lauren Kate.
It’s 1915, and sixteen-year-old Lora Jones is finishing up her first year as a charity student at Iverson, a prestigious, gothic boarding school on England’s southern coast. While she’s always felt different from everyone around her, now she finally knows why: She is a drákon, a rare, enchanted being with astonishing magical abilities.
As war hits Britain’s shores, and Lora reels from an unimaginable loss, she finds that her powers come with grave and dangerous responsibilities. At the request of Armand Louis, the darkly mysterious boy whose father owns Iverson, Lora will spend her summer at his lavish estate. To help the war effort—and to keep Lora near—Armand turns his home into a military hospital, where Lora will serve as a nurse. For Armand is inescapably drawn to her—bound to her by heart-deep secrets and a supernatural connection that runs thicker than blood.
Yet while Lora tries to sort out her own feelings toward Armand, fate offers an unexpected surprise. Lora discovers there is another drákon, a prisoner of war being held in Germany. And that only she, with her newly honed Gifts, will be able to rescue him.
With Armand at her side, Lora will cross enemy lines on an incredible mission—one that could bond her to Armand forever, or irrevocably tear them apart.
Beautifully written, deeply romantic, and filled with daring adventure and magic, The Deepest Night is a mesmerizing novel of the enduring pull of destiny, and the eternal strength of love.
Praise for The Deepest Night
“Fast, fun and full of surprises . . . a solid story with great writing and humor in unexpected places.”—RT Book Reviews
“Awe inspiring . . . The writing is beautiful, lyrical, evoking image and all the senses. . . . I highly recommend this series.”—Badass Book Reviews
“An exhilarating, heroic adventure . . . exceptionally romantic, entrancing, thrilling and vastly fast moving . . . The Deepest Night is like a fine wine. It is smoothly written, rich in taste and definitely needs to be savored! Actually, I think I will read it again; it is so exceptionally written!”—Romance Junkies Review
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From: Mrs. Charles Westcliffe, headmistress, Iverson School for Girls
To: Mr. H. W. Forrester, former director, Blisshaven Foundling Home
May 18, 1915
I hope this letter finds you in fine health and your new state of affairs satisfactory. I wish to express again my condolences for the loss of the Blisshaven Foundling Home. No doubt it was an excellent institution, and the orphaned children of the British Empire were privileged indeed to have found shelter there during its eighty-four years of existence. It was with great dismay that I learned of its destruction in a German air raid. Thank goodness for the government’s decision to evacuate London’s vulnerable young residents months before.
Perhaps you’ve heard that we also have had a brush with the kaiser’s dreadful zeppelins! Happily, the school remains unscathed and my charges unharmed.
However, I am writing once again to inquire as to the summer circumstances of the pupil you sent me, Miss Eleanore Jones. I fear I must point out that this is my third letter to you regarding her, and I still await your response. Her schedule simply must be sorted soon. The summer holiday is approaching and she absolutely cannot remain at the school during this time, as it will be closed but for a small skeleton staff.
There is also, frankly, the question of whether it will be suitable for Miss Jones to return for her final academic year with us at all. Although her marks have proven adequate and her unexpected musical gifts were a welcome surprise, she is, if you’ll forgive the expression, rather a fish out of water here.
I realize this news will cause you no undue astonishment. Her history as an orphan of unknown origins was certain to set her apart from the other young women in attendance, all of whom descend from the most prominent families of the empire. Her year spent involuntarily confined to the Moor Gate Institute for Socially Afflicted Youth (although maintained as a strict secret between me and select members of my staff, I assure you!) has indubitably only enhanced these differences.
Miss Jones has made few friends and garnered what I might charitably call the unlikely attention of a particular young man of noble blood. It is a relationship that is entirely inappropriate and rife with unfortunate possibilities. I’m sure you understand.
To be very blunt, our patron, the Duke of Idylling, is no longer in residence at his manor nearby. His situation remains delicate, and thus far I have been unable to ascertain if he wishes to continue the scholarship for Miss Jones. I do not believe that his son, the Marquess of Sherborne, has the proper authority to decide her case, despite what he claims.
Kindly inform me of where to send this child come June.
Mrs. C. Westcliffe
Once there were dragons everywhere. Knit from the bones of the earth and the glory of the heavens, they hovered in the Divide, that thin wedge of existence that separates feral, untamed magic from safe, tamed lives.
They glistened metallic bright, thin as whips and swift as lightning. They scored the skies with wings and claws but walked on land as well, able to assume the shape of their mortal enemies—humans—when they wished. To live among them in human disguise.
They called themselves the drákon.
They hunted and fed. They wed and bred. Throughout history, human and drákon destinies entwined, but it was only humans who scribbled down the tales: about how dragons devoured crops or babies or virgins (one French anecdote I read swore they preferred truffles) and apparently were never quite smart enough to avoid being hacked to death by blokes in shining armor.
Then the drákon vanished. Just like that. Extinction came and ate them up like they were even more delicious than a virgin carrying a baby carrying a truffle through a wheat field.
Or so I surmised. Because as far as I could tell, there were only two of us left in this great and awful year of 1915, and ruddy little information to be found about even us two. Up until a short while ago, we both thought we were as human as anyone else.
There was me: Eleanore Jones, orphaned, impoverished, a slum girl scholarship student from the ghettos of London somehow improbably attending the prestigious Iverson School for Girls.
And the other, a boy as opposite my guttersnipe background as could be: Lord Armand Louis, the Most Honourable Marquess of Sherborne.
For a few short days and nights of my life, there had been Jesse, too. He wasn’t a dragon. He was much, much more dazzling than that.
But I couldn’t think about him yet.
So this is what you need to know first:
Ages ago, off the wild and jagged coast of Wessex, England, a stubborn fist of limestone and forest eroded from the mainland to become an island with no name. An island that sometimes wasn’t even an island.
When the moon pulled just so, the island would shrink, surrounded by the blue salty waters of the Channel.
When the moon let go, the isle grew dry again, a mountain sitting on golden sand.
Ages after that, someone thought to build a castle upon it. The warlords then needed constant eyes to keep watch over the boats and tides, to stave off invasion by the barbarians who dwelled just across the sea.
The island had no name, but the castle had always been called Iverson. It was vast and eerie and composed of things like turrets and battlements and Gothic buttresses. It had a domed glass conservatory, a haunted grotto, and secret tunnels hollowed through its walls. Most significant, it had me and about a hundred other girls within it, plus a scattering of stern-faced teachers and staff. Iverson had been my home for approximately two months, ever since I’d been sent there from the orphanage in London because the Germans were bombing everything in sight.
(The orphanage, by the way, had been called Blisshaven, and you can imagine how appropriate that name was. Iverson’s headmistress informed me that it’d been blown to bits four weeks after I’d left. I’d stolen a bottle of fine Riesling from her cellar that very night to celebrate its demise.)
My world of late had become a tumbling kaleidoscope of color and change. For the first time in my memory, I had a home of sorts. I had a room of my own. I had enough to eat. I had fellow students who nearly tolerated me, and one in particular who loathed me. I had the zealous attention of a handsome lord, whether I wished it or not—which had everything to do with the tolerating and the loathing.
And I had known true love. Then lost it.
“Dear Eleanore, blue-deviled again! How absolutely refreshing.”
Lady Sophia Pemington, the only girl at Iverson who would voluntarily be seen with me, plopped down in the chair next to mine at the library table and regarded me with her icy pale eyes. She was something of a mystery to me, a queen-of-the-class-at-any-cost type who still showed flashes of occasional generosity. She was also ruthlessly cunning—a trait I couldn’t help but admire, since we shared it. In another life, we might have been genuine friends.
“You know, my nanny would say that if you aren’t careful, your face will freeze like that.”
“Like what?” I asked.
Sophia screwed her features into an expression that could only be described as tragic, with sad pouty lips and woefully wrinkled eyebrows. She rubbed a hand across her hair, freeing flaxen strands from her normally tidy chignon.
I closed the French grammar text I’d been pretending to study and leaned back in my chair. The library at Iverson was properly tall and stately, trimmed in mahogany and polished brass and drowsy, post-luncheon students. Afternoon sunlight streaked through the stained-glass windows behind me, painting the table and my hands and Sophia, blue and amber and red.
“Is that supposed to be me?”
The lips grew poutier.
“My hair isn’t that messy,” I pointed out.
“Now,” she emphasized, dropping the face. “You should have seen yourself after—”
And Lady Sophia, who normally had all the tender instincts of a barracuda, stopped herself short. Even she knew some subjects were forbidden.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean—”
“Of course not.” I pushed to my feet. “Excuse me.”
But I’d stood up too quickly, and had to sway there a moment with my hands gripping the chair until the gray spinning fog cleared from my vision.
I’d been shot not long ago, you see. Shot more than once. It turned out that even dragons masquerading as girls needed time to recuperate from serious blood loss.
Sophia had a hand on my arm; she actually looked concerned. “Don’t be a ninny. I wasn’t trying to chase you off.”
“No,” murmured a new someone, just to our right. “You haven’t sense enough for that.”
Lady Chloe Pemington, brunette and gorgeous and a year older than her stepsister and I, had paused in a particularly brilliant patch of painted light. She granted us both a bloodred smile.
“Do have a care, darling sister. I’ve heard that once one touches true filth, it’s ever so hard to get clean again.”
“Well, that certainly explains your mouth,” I said. “Although it does make one wonder what you’ve been putting in it.”
“Not Lord Armand,” Sophia noted, which was really the best possible blow, because everyone knew that Chloe loved Armand, and had for years. She loved his enormous manor house and his family connections and his automobiles and his servants and most especially his glamorous future as a rich-rich-rich duke.
But Armand, it seemed, had finally noticed the tin beneath her gilt. Most of the other students were of the opinion that he was falling in love with me.
They had no idea we shared a bond far stranger and darker than that.
Chloe’s eyes had gone to slits. “How dare—”
I flicked a hand at her, cutting her off. “Oh, marvelous. Are you about to go on about me daring things again? Truly? I’d think you’d have a new diatribe by now.”
Mrs. Westcliffe, the school’s headmistress, entered the library with a staccato clicking of heels and a rustling of black organdy skirts. She spotted us at once and paused, her gaze keen and her shoulders stiff; the three of us together could only mean trouble.
Chloe drew in a long breath through her nose. She exhaled, took a step closer to Sophia and me, and brought back the red smile.
“Soon we shall be off enjoying the summer, holidaying with all the very best people, attending dances and dinner parties and living the kind of life you will only ever read about in the rag sheets. And where shall you be, Eleanore? Which lice-ridden dosshouse shall be taking you in?”
“One with only the very best lice,” I whispered back to her, but she was already swishing away.
Nightfall on the island nearly always meant velvet skies swept with stars, and the Channel filling the air with the tang of salt, and the slow, rhythmic drumbeat of waves crashing against the rocky shore.
As a child in London, I’d never smelled the sea, nor seen the heavens so spangled. I’d never known nights any hue other than black or brown or sooty gray, but here they came saturated in color. Navy, sapphire, indigo. And, very rarely: deep, pure amethyst.
An amethyst sky had welcomed me the first night I’d set foot upon the isle. It had reappeared for my first visit to Jesse in his cottage in the woods, and again for the night I’d been shot and Jesse had died.
It shone past my window on this night as well. It was a purple so thick and luminous I might well believe something Other than nature had created it. Something magical.
Less than a year ago I would have laughed at the thought. Tonight, though . . . tonight I wondered.
I leaned out past the sill of my room’s sole window, surveying the stars. My hair was unpinned, draping over my shoulders to tickle my crossed arms. In direct sunlight it looked an ordinary pale mousy brown, but when I glanced down at it now, I was unsurprised to see it had gone almost as purple as the heavens. It did that, taking on other tints, reflecting back whatever color was near, especially pink. I’d thought perhaps it was a dragon trait, but since Armand’s hair always seemed to be the same glossy chestnut, I couldn’t be sure.
My eyes were like that, too. Changeable. Lavender gray most of the time . . . except, apparently, when they flashed incandescent. I’d never seen it happen—I guess I’d have to be looking in a mirror—but Armand and Jesse had told me about it.
I was sixteen years old, more or less. It was peculiar to think of my own body as a stranger, but it was. I was learning new things about it nearly every day.
The room assigned to me at Iverson encompassed the top floor of one of the smaller stone turrets. It was round and crammed wall to wall with just a bed, an armoire, and a bureau. The other girls at the school all shared lavish suites bedecked in jeweled glass and rosewood and lace, but I didn’t think any of that compared to what I had been given: Privacy. Solitude. A window glazed in a thousand diamond pieces, with hinges that worked and a view to the sea and the mainland bridge beyond.
And the stars.
Oh, the stars, twinkling and winking at me.
come out, they sang, a celestial chorus only I could hear. come out, beast. come fly to us.
Somewhere belowstairs, from one the parlors perhaps, a clock began to chime, followed by a cascade of others.
I stepped back from the window so my nightshirt wouldn’t blow away, took a deep breath, and Turned to smoke.
I’m not sure how best to describe what it’s like. Imagine all the weight of your body, all those heavy pounds of muscle and bone and fat, abruptly melted away. You still exist, but you’re vapor. Diaphanous coils, elegant and twisting, lighter than air. You can see and hear, even control your direction. You’re not cold or warm. You feel no physical pain.
Only the hunger to fly.
This is the first step to Becoming a dragon.
As smoke, you can sift through an open window, float out past the walls of a castle. You can spread yourself as thin as sea spray or bunch up thick like a cloud. You can rise and rise and hear the stars more clearly than ever before, pulling at you, celebrating you. Humming and praising.
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The Deepest Night continues Eleanore's story, immediately following the sad conclusion of The Sweetest Dark. Eleanore is still unhappily attending Iverson School for Girls, feeling that she doesn't belong among her peers who are all from families with money and are unwilling to accept her scholarship status. Her continuing friendship with Lord Armand Louis, the Marquess of Sherbourne, also attracts their jealousy, little do they know that Lore and Mandy are both dragons! In this sequel Shana Abe concentrates upon developing the friendship between the two protagonists, as Lore leaves Iverson for the summer to become a nurses aide at Tranquility, which Mandy offers as a convalescent home for soldiers brought home from fighting in WW1. Although for Lore, who is still grieving for Jesse, their relationship is purely platonic, Mandy's feelings for her are evolving and he hopes that she will eventually agree to becoming his wife. The significance of the war in the plot increases as Lore and Mandy are tasked with rescuing Mandy's elder brother from a prison camp in Europe. Not only does this heighten the tension in the story, but the reality versus fantasy boundaries merge as the only way the pair can travel is via Lore's dragon. The Deepest Night was a book I could not tear myself away from: there is constantly an element of fear and danger, balanced by camaraderie and romance. A brilliant series, I hope the wait for book three isn't too long! I received this as a complimentary review copy, but this has had no influence on my opinion.
I really love this series! I really enjoyed the first in the series, The Sweetest Night. I also loved The Deepest Night, I may have even enjoyed it more than the first! I'm really looking forward to the next in the series. It better turn out how I want! I don't want to be disappointed! I love the journey the main characters go through and how they are there for each other. More and more I'm liking Armand, he is really growing into a strong individual. I love how protective he is of Lora, and he doesn't waver. Lora is still great, I love how strong she is. One thing I would love for her, is to open up some. Especially with Armand. She needs to not be so closed off. I think I liked this book more than the first, because I liked that it was mainly away from the school. The adventure they go on adds so much to the story. I really hope we get a happy ending for the characters, and certain things that have been suggested don't happen. I'm really enjoying Shana Abe, and I have read other books of hers. I always enjoy Abe's books. Really, Really looking forward to the next book, please hurry!(
(Source: I received a digital copy of this book for free on a read-to-review basis. Thanks to Random House Publishing Group - Bantam Dell and Netgalley.) This is book 2 in the ‘Sweetest Dark’ series, and kicks off where book 1 ‘The Sweetest Dark’ left off. **Warning – some unavoidable spoilers for book 1** After the events of the previous book, Eleanore is coming to terms with Jesse’s death, and now must find somewhere where she will be able to stay for the summer, whilst the boarding school is closed. Armand it seems can still hear Jesse though. He now speaks to him from the stars, and guides him. He tells Armand that his brother, who was thought dead, is actually alive, and in a German prison. Converting his father’s home to a convalescent facility for army members, Armand creates a job and a place to stay for Eleanor for the summer, whilst they plan how to rescue Aubrey. Can Eleanor learn to control her transformations so that Armand may ride her? Will Armand learn the art of transforming himself? And can they rescue Aubrey and bring him home? This was an interesting story, but I didn’t enjoy it as much as the first in the series. I felt like this book was a bit of a filler to be honest, something to take us from the first book to the third book, so this was sort of the dull middle bit. This part of the story basically consisted of a lot of procrastinating over where Eleanor would spend the summer, a whole lot of flying by dragon, and a rescue operation. The pace felt a little slow to me, and there just wasn’t the magic and excitement that the first book had, there also wasn’t the romance. To be honest, I didn’t really care about where Eleanor would spend the summer. I really didn’t see why there was any argument at all really. Never mind the fact that Armand is in love with her and lives in a big mansion, why would she go back to an orphanage for the summer when Jesse left her so much gold that she could easily spend on somewhere to live (and still have a fortune left over)? The revelation that Armand’s brother Aubrey was alive was fairly surprising, but I just couldn’t feel excited for the rescue mission, it all just felt a bit stale, and really lacked something for me. I liked that Jesse was still communicating with the Drakon, but for some reason Eleanor wasn’t able to hear him, which was also a bit disappointing. The romance between Eleanor and Armand was sorely lacking until right at the very end, and again just didn’t excite me. The ending was okay, and we were left with a promise of more trials to come for the Drakons, I seriously hope that the next book is more like the first and less like this one though, as this just didn’t do it for me. Overall; an okay second instalment, but where has the magic and romance gone? 6.5 out of 10.
Love this series...
When I was first sent this book for review, I was nervous. I just knew that I wouldn't like it. I was so wrong. It turned out that I loved the book. I wanted to stop reading everything else and go read other books by Ms. Abe. I know I personally look forward to reading more. My heart hurt for Lora. She just wanted a place to belong and feel accepted. Then she finds she is a Drakon. so she will never be accepted. She had already been tortured by Doctors for hearing the stars sing to her.
While I wasn't as enamored with this one as I was with the first book, it was still pretty darn good. In fact, this is fast becoming one of my favorite series. The author is truly gifted in her story telling abilities. She draws you in so much that you feel like you are a part of this world. This is what I would call a versatile read in that there is so much going on and so much that would appeal to a wide variety of readers. The ARC of The Deepest Night by Shana Abe was provided to me by the publisher through Net Galley for review. The opinions are my own.
Loved the last book and loved this book. Some writers have the knack of holding you just by the way they write. Shana Abe is one of those writers. I don't care what she is writing about, I would read it.
Now this is what I’m talking about. I enjoyed this book immensely. This was so much better than the last book for me. It was a big page turner and I didn’t want to stop! Lora finished her year at Iverson but the head mistress doesn’t want her to return. Armand steps in and lets her come to his place in Tranquility. He announces that he’s making it into a hospital for the wounded and Lora is playing nurse there. Really it was a sham, he has learned that someone dear to him is held hostage and he needs her…or so the stars say. There was quite of bit of misgivings on the adventure but it brought them oh so much closer. Lora has become more confident with herself. She owns being a drákon. Armand or Mandy was stupendous in this. He has learn more about himself and his family. You can tell he would do anything for Lora and vice versa for her. Still not sure where Sofia plays in the part of being a sometimes friend to Lora, maybe we learn in a future book? Even though Jesse isn’t there, he always helping and guiding. Biding his time. So if you were like me with the first book, push through it because this one was worth it. I want another book soon to find out what’s going to happen with them. *I received this through NetGalley.*
Shana Abe takes us back to the compelling world of the Drakon with her latest emotionally powerful novel, The Deepest Night. Lora is still reeling from Jesse’s death and her pain is so very raw re-living that night in her heart and mind. She’s made it through her grueling year at Iverson, and is learning more control over her powers as Drakon. Most importantly, she is learning to accept and embrace her uniqueness. Armand has proven to be so much more than just the rich young man he appeared to be. As the war continues in Europe, Armand learns that his brother Aubrey, was alive, wounded and a prisoner behind enemy lines and knows he must somehow rescue him and bring him home. In her Drakon form with Armand on her back, Eleanore flies them across a war torn land, often under fire in a desperate attempt to get to Aubrey and bring him safely home before it’s too late. Was it the journey that brought Armand and Eleanore closer? Was it the fact that they may be the last of the Drakon? Have her feelings for Armand grown so deep she would give her very life in trade for his? With book 1, The Sweetest Dark, Shana Abe set a most beautiful and richly drawn world for Lora’s story. Her ability to communicate the depth of feelings in her characters was phenomenal! Most important, the stage was set for The Deepest Night to continue the saga of the last remaining Drakons and take this tale to even more greatness! Filled with more action, more danger and more depth in each character, I have to say, she succeeded in spades while keeping that almost dream-like atmosphere to get lost in! I was spellbound, held a willing captive in this magical world from the first page to the last! This ARC copy of The Deepest Night was given to me by NetGalley & Random House - Bantam in exchange for my honest review.
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The Deepest Night is Shana Abe’s 2nd book in her The Sweetest Dark series. To refresh your memory, we met Lora Jones in the first book, as she learned she was drakon, with ability to change into smoke and become a dragon. This series takes place in England, during 1915, which is a time of a war. Normally, I don’t usually like stories set in the past, especially if it’s not a historical romance. But Abe does a wonderful job making this story a beautiful scenario, even in the time of war. When we left off in The Sweetest Dark, Lora was grieving the loss of her love, Jesse, who was also her protector and teacher of her magical abilities. But Jesse is a star, who is a light filled with song; as the stars fill the sky with light and song, and they are the ones who take care of their dragons. The Deepest Night picks up just about at the end of the school year, where Lora wonders where she will be sent for the summer. Armand (Mandy), who also loves Lora, is determined to keep her close by, so that he can protect her. Armand is also a drakon, but he has not made the change, as of yet. This story is about Lora and Armand, with multiple pov’s, though mostly Lora’s, and an occasional one from Jesse, who keeps his loving eye on Lora, but only in the stars. The crux of the story is that it is wartime, and Armand finds out that his brother Aubrey, is still alive, but a prisoner of war. Lora is determined to use her ability and go to Germany to save Aubrey. What I thought made this book even better then the first book was watching Lora use her gifts, and I totally adored when she became a dragon, and with Mandy on her back flying high. It was a lot of fun, and scary when she would lose the change while in the air and poor Mandy dropping to the ground. It also became natural to her to appear nude in front of him when she changes back from dragon to girl; and when Armand does make his first change, he too will be nude. But at this point of their relationship, it doesn’t have an effect, other then being natural & helping one another. The other main part of the story is Armand’s love for Lora, and how slowly she begins to feel more for him. She becomes very protective of Mandy, knowing he is due to go through a very painful first change. In The Deepest Night, Lora truly becomes a strong heroine, and learning to use her gifts makes her more confident and courageous. I like Armand more in this book, as he shows his love for Lora so well. We find ourselves rooting for her to open her heart and accept Armand. The last third of the book, with Lora flying with Armand on her back, as they head to war torn Germany to save Aubrey was very exciting and tense. In between there was some dangerous tight situations, and possible exposure when she was forced to turn into her dragon form to save them. I really enjoyed this book, and love the drakon concept and watching Lora become so strong. I know Shana Abe is writing the third book in this series, and hopefully we will get to see Lora admit her feelings for Armand, and they become the couple they are expected to be. One can hope. The Deepest Night continues the wonderful theme of the Drakons, with the younger set. Abe has given us a beautiful background for this story.
Lora Jones is still reeling from the loss of her love. Struggling to face her fears is one thing but struggling with the will to continue on is another. The situation is only compounded by the drakon attraction between Lora and Armand. Discovering that a fellow drakon is being held prisoner behind enemy line in Germany, Armand and Lora must face insurmountable odds to rescue one of their kind. This story is completely enchanting! Beautifully descriptive creating a stunningly realistic feel for this fabulously original fantasy. The plot pulls you in from the beginning and holds you till the very end. I absolutely adore this series and can't wait to read more of the Shana Abe's imaginative twisting of historical, fantasy and romantic tales into the world of the The Sweetest Dark. This ARC copy of The Deepest Night was given to me by Random House - Bantam in exchange for a honest review. This book is set for publication on August 13, 2013. Hardcover: 320 pages Publisher: Bantam Publication Date: August 13, 2013 ISBN-10: 0345531736 ISBN-13: 978-0345531735 Rating: 4.5 Genre: Fantasy, Historical, Romance Age Recommendation: Young Adult