The Selection meets Reign in this dazzling trilogy of interwoven novels about three girls on a quest for freedom and true love from #1 internationally bestselling author Richelle Mead.
"Brilliant and original, Mead’s new series starts off with a bang and will leave readers on the edge of their seats until the very end."
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For a select group of girls, the Glittering Court offers a shot at a life they’ve only ever dreamed of, one of luxury, glamour, and leisure. To high-born Adelaide, whose wealthy family is forcing her into a loveless marriage, the Glittering Court represents something else: the chance to chart her own destiny, and adventure in an unspoiled, prosperous new land across the sea.
After a chance meeting with the dazzling Cedric Thorn, Adelaide poses as a servant to join the crop of impoverished girls he promises to transform into proper ladies. But her familiarity with upper class life comes with a price: she must hide her identity from her new friends, mysterious refugee Mira and fiery former laundress Tamsin, and most importantly, from Cedric himself—even though she’s falling in love with him.
Everything begins to crumble when Cedric discovers Adelaide’s ruse, and she catches the eye of a powerful young governor, who wants her for a wife. She didn’t leave the gilded cage of her old life behind just to become someone else's property. But nothing is as daunting—or as wonderful—as the potent, forbidden attraction simmering between Adelaide and Cedric. One that, if acted on, would make them both outcasts in a wild, dangerous, uncharted world, and possibly lead them to their deaths.
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The Glittering Court
I’d never planned on stealing someone else’s life.
Really, at a glance, you wouldn’t think there was anything wrong with my old life. I was young and healthy. I liked to think I was clever. I belonged to one of the noblest families in Osfrid, one that could trace its bloodline back to the country’s founders. Sure, my title might have been more prestigious if my family’s fortune hadn’t evaporated, but that was easily fixed. All I had to do was marry well.
And that was where my problems started.
Most noblemen admired a descendant of Rupert, First Earl of Rothford, great hero of Osfrid. Centuries ago, he’d helped wrest this land from savages, thus forming the great nation we enjoyed today. But few noblemen admired my lack of resources, especially in these times. Other families were fighting their own financial crises, and a pretty face with an exalted title no longer held the appeal it once might have.
I needed a miracle, and I needed one fast. “Darling, a miracle’s happened.”
I’d been staring at the ballroom’s velvet-embossed wallpaper as dark thoughts swirled in my head. Blinking, I returned my attention to the noisy party and focused on my grandmother’s approach. Though her face was lined and her hair pure white, people always remarked on what a handsome woman Lady Alice Witmore was. I agreed, though I couldn’t help but notice she’d seemed to age more in the years since my parents had died. But just now, her face was alight in a way I hadn’t seen in some time.
“We have an offer. An offer. He’s everything we’ve hoped for. Young. A substantial fortune. His family line’s as prestigious as yours.”
That last one caught me by surprise. The blessed Rupert’s line was tough to match. “Are you sure?”
“Certainly. He’s your . . . cousin.”
It wasn’t often that words failed me. For a moment, all I could think of was my cousin Peter. He was twice my age—and married. By the rules of descent, he would be the one to inherit the Rothford title if I died without children. Whenever he was in town, he’d stop by and ask how I was feeling.
“Which one?” I asked at last, relaxing slightly. The term “cousin” was sometimes used loosely, and if you looked far enough in the family trees, half the Osfridian nobility was related to the other half. She could be referring to any number of men.
“Lionel Belshire, Baron of Ashby.”
I shook my head. He was no one I knew.
She linked my arm with hers and drew me toward the opposite side of the ballroom, winding our way through some of the city’s most powerful people. They were swathed in silks and velvets, adorned with pearls and gems. Above us, crystal chandeliers covered the entire ceiling, like our hosts were trying to outdo the stars. Such was life among Osfro’s nobility.
“His grandmother and I were both ladies in the Duchess of Samford’s coterie, back in the old days. He’s only a baron.” Grandmama leaned her head toward me to speak more quietly. I noted the pearl-studded cap she wore, in good shape but unfashionable for at least two years. She spent our money on clothing me. “But his blood is still good. His line comes from one of Rupert’s lesser sons, though there was some scandal that Rupert might not actually have been his father. His mother was noble, though, so either way, we’re covered.”
I was still trying to process that when we came to a halt in front of a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked Harlington Green. A young man stood with a woman my grandmother’s age, speaking in low tones. Upon our arrival, they both looked up with keen interest.
Grandmama released my hand. “My granddaughter, the Countess of Rothford. My darling, this is Baron Belshire and his grandmother, Lady Dorothy.”
Lionel bent over and kissed my hand while his grandmother curtseyed. Her deference was a show. Sharp eyes raked over every part of me. If propriety had allowed it, I think she would have examined my teeth.
I turned to Lionel as he straightened. He was the one I had to size up. “Countess, it’s a pleasure to meet you. It’s a shame this hasn’t happened sooner, seeing as we’re family. Descendants of Earl Rupert and all that.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grandmama arch a skeptical eyebrow.
I gave him a demure smile, not deferential enough to diminish my superior rank but enough to make him think his charm had flustered me. His charm, of course, was yet to be assessed. At a glance, it might be all he had going for him. His face was long and pointed, his skin sallow. I would have expected at least a flush, considering how the crush of bodies had heated the room. The sagging of his narrow shoulders gave the impression he was about to cave in upon himself. None of it mattered, though. Only the marriage logistics did. I’d never expected to marry for love.
“We’re definitely overdue for a meeting,” I agreed. “Really, we should all be having regular Rupert reunions, as a tribute to our progenitor. Get everyone together and have picnics on the green. We could do three-legged races, like the country folk do. I’m sure I could manage it with the skirts.”
He stared at me unblinkingly and scratched his wrist. “Earl Rupert’s descendants are spread out all over Osfrid. I don’t think a gathering of that sort would be feasible. And it’s not just unseemly for nobility to do those three-legged races; I don’t allow the tenants on my estates to do such things either. The great god Uros gave us two legs, not three. To suggest otherwise is an abomination.” He paused. “I don’t really approve of potato-sack races either.”
“You’re right, of course,” I said, keeping the smile fixed on my face. Beside me, Grandmama cleared her throat.
“The baron has been very successful with his barley production,” she said with forced cheer. “Quite possibly the most successful in the country.”
Lionel scratched his left ear. “My tenants have converted more than eighty percent of the land to barley fields. We recently bought a new estate, and those lands too now have a booming crop. Barley as far as the eye can see. Acres and acres. I even have my house servants, in both estates, eat it every morning. To boost morale.”
“That’s . . . a lot of barley,” I said. I was starting to feel sorry for his tenants. “Well, I hope you let them splurge every once in a while. Oats. Rye, if you’re feeling exotic.”
That previous puzzled look returned to his face as he scratched his right ear. “Why would I do that? Barley is our livelihood. It’s good for them to remember that. I hold myself to the same standard—a higher one, actually, as I make sure to include a portion of barley in all of my meals. It sets a good example.”
“You’re a man of the people,” I said. I eyed the window beyond him, wondering if I could jump out of it.
An awkward silence fell, and Lady Dorothy tried to fill it. “Speaking of estates, I understand you just recently sold your lastone.” Here it was, a reminder of our financial situation. Grandmama was quick to defend our honor.
“We weren’t using it.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not so foolish as to waste money on an empty house and tenants who’ve grown lazy without supervision. Our town house here in the city is much more comfortable and keeps us close to society. We were invited to court three times this winter, you know.”
“Winter, of course,” said Lady Dorothy dismissively. “But surely summers in the city are dull. Especially with so much of the nobility at their own estates. When you marry Lionel, you’ll live in his Northshire estate—where I live—and want for nothing. And you may plan as many social gatherings as you like. Under my close supervision, of course. It’s such a lovely opportunity for you. I mean no offense— Countess, Lady Alice. You maintain yourselves so well that no one would guess your true situation. But I’m sure it’ll be a relief to be settled into better circumstances.”
“Better circumstances for me. A better title for him,” I murmured. As we spoke, Lionel first scratched his forehead and then his inner arm. That second bout went on for some time, and I tried not to stare. What was going on? Why was he itching so much? And why was it happening all over his whole body? I couldn’t see any obvious rashes. Worse, the more I watched him, the more I suddenly wanted to scratch. I had to clasp my hands together to stop myself.
The excruciating conversation went on for several more minutes as our grandmothers made plans for the nuptials I’d only just learned about. Lionel continued to scratch. When we finally extracted ourselves, I waited all of thirty seconds before voicing my opinion to Grandmama.
“No,” I said.
“Hush.” She smiled at various guests we knew as we walked to the ballroom’s exit and told one of our host’s manservants to order our carriage around. I bit off my words until we were safely alone inside it. “No,” I repeated, sinking back into the carriage’s plush seat.
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
“I’m not! I’m being sane. I can’t believe you accepted that offer without consulting me.”
“Well, it was certainly difficult choosing between that and your many other offers.” She met my glare levelly. “Yes, dear, you’re not the only one around here who can be pert. You are, however, the only one who can save us from eventual ruin.”
“Now who’s being dramatic? Lady Branson would take you with her into her daughter’s household. You’d live very well there.”
“And what happens to you while I’m living very well?”
“I don’t know. I’ll find someone else.” I thought back to the flurry of guests I’d met at the party this evening. “What about that merchant who was there? Donald Crosby? I hear he’s amassed a pretty big fortune.”
“Ugh.” Grandmama rubbed her temples. “Please stop talking about the nouveau riche. You know how it gives me a headache.”
I scoffed. “What’s wrong with him? His business is booming. And he laughed at all my jokes—which is more than can be said for Lionel.” “You know what’s wrong with Mister Crosby. He should never have been at that party. I don’t know what Lord Gilman was thinking.” She paused as a particularly large pothole in the cobblestone street caused our carriage to lurch. “How do you think your exalted ancestor Rupert
would feel about you mingling his line with such common blood?”
I groaned. It seemed as though, lately, we couldn’t have a conversation without invoking Rupert’s name. “I think someone who followed his lord across the channel to carve out an empire would place a pretty big emphasis on keeping one’s self-respect. Not selling it out to a boring cousin and his tyrant grandmother. Did you count how many times she said ‘under my close supervision’ when we were talking about the future? I did. Five. Which is seven less times than Lionel scratched some body part.”
Grandmama’s expression grew weary. “Do you think you’re the first girl who’s had an arranged marriage? Do you think you’re the first girl to resent it? Stories and songs are full of tales of woeful maidens trapped in such circumstances who escape to a glorious future. But those are stories. The reality is that most girls in your situation . . . well, endure. There’s nothing else you can do. There’s nowhere else you can go. It’s the price we pay for this world we live in. For our rank.”
“My parents would have never made me endure,” I grumbled.
Her eyes hardened. “Your parents and their frivolous investments are the reason we’re in this situation. We’re out of money. Selling the Bentley estate has kept us living as we always have. But that’s going to change. And you won’t like it when it does.” When my obstinate glare continued, she added, “You’ll have people making choices for you your entire life. Get used to it.”
Our home was located in a different—but equally fashionable— district of the city from the party. Upon our arrival, servants swarmed to attend us. They helped us out of the carriage, took our wraps and shawls. I had my own flock of maidservants who accompanied me to my suite to remove my formal attire for me. I watched as they smoothed the red velvet overdress, with its trumpet sleeves and gold embroidery. They hung it up with countless other decadent frocks, and I found myself staring at the bureau after they’d left. So much of our family’s fading wealth spent on clothes that were supposed to help me achieve the opportunity to change my life for the better.
My life was certainly about to change, but for the better? That I was skeptical of.
And so, I treated it as though it wasn’t real. It was how I’d dealt with my parents’ deaths as well. I’d refused to believe they were gone, even when faced with the tangible proof of their graves. It wasn’t possible that someone you loved so much, someone who filled up so much of your heart, could no longer exist in the world. I tried convincing myself that they would walk through my door one day. And when I couldn’t make myself believe that, I simply didn’t think about it all.
That was how I dealt with Lionel. I put him out of my mind and went on with my life as though nothing at that party had ever happened.
When a letter came from Lady Dorothy one day, I finally had to acknowledge his existence again. She wanted to confirm a date for the wedding, which was to be expected. What wasn’t expected was her directive to cut our household staff in half and get rid of the majority of our possessions. You won’t need them when you get to Northshire, she wrote. The staff and items you need will be provided, under my close supervision.
“Oh, sweet Uros,” I said when I’d finished reading.
“Don’t take the god’s name in vain,” Grandmama snapped. Despite her sharp words, I could see the strain on her. Living under someone else’s thumb wasn’t going to be easy for her either. “Oh. And Lionel sent you a present.”
The “present” was a container of a proprietary barley cereal blend he ate each morning, with a note saying it would give me a taste of what was to come. I wanted to believe he’d intended the pun, but I sincerely doubted it.
Grandmama began fretting about how to split up the household as I walked out of the room. And I kept walking. I walked out of the town house, out through the front courtyard. I walked right out through the gate that sheltered our property from the main thoroughfare, earning a puzzled look from the servant who was manning it.
“My lady? Is there something I can help you with?”
I waved him back when he started to rise. “No,” I said. He glanced around, uncertain what to do. He’d never seen me leave our property alone. No one ever had. It wasn’t done.
His confusion kept him where he was, and I soon found myself swallowed up in the foot traffic moving about the street. It wasn’t the gentry, of course. Servants, merchants, couriers . . . all the people whose labor helped the city’s rich survive. I fell in step with them, unsure of where I was going.
Some crazy part of me thought maybe I should go make an appeal to Donald Crosby. He’d seemed to like me well enough in our minutes-long conversation. Or maybe I could seek passage some- where. Go off to the continent and charm some Belsian noble. Or maybe I could just lose myself in the crowd, one more anonymous face to blend into the city’s masses.
“Can I help you, my lady? Did you get separated from your servants?”
Apparently not so anonymous.
I’d ended up on the edge of one of the city’s many commercial districts. The speaker was an older man who carried parcels on his back that looked far too heavy for his slight frame.
“How do you know I’m a lady?” I blurted out.
He grinned, showing a few missing teeth. “Ain’t too many out alone dressed like you.”
I glanced around and saw he was right. The violet jacquard dress I wore was a casual one for me, but it made me stand out in the sea of otherwise drab attire. There were a few others of higher classes out shopping, but they were surrounded by dutiful servants ready to shield them from any unsavory elements.
“I’m fine,” I said, pushing past him. But I didn’t get very far before someone else stopped me: a ruddy-faced young boy, the kind who made his living delivering messages.
“Need me to escort you home, m’lady?” he asked. “Three coppers, and I’ll get you out of all this.”
“No, I . . .” I let my words drop as something occurred to me. “I don’t have any money. Not on me.” He started to leave, and I called, “Wait. Here.” I pulled off my pearl bracelet and offered it to him. “Can you take me to the Church of Glorious Vaiel?”
His eyes widened at the sight of the pearls, but he hesitated. “That’s too much, m’lady. The church is only over on Cunningham Street.”
I pushed the bracelet into his hand. “I have no idea where that is. Take me.”
It turned out to be only about three blocks away. I knew all the major areas of Osfro but little about how to travel between them. There’d never been any need to know.
There were no services today, but the main doors were propped slightly open, welcoming any souls in need of counsel. I walked past the elegant church, out to the graveyard. I moved through the common section, through the nicer section, and finally to the noble section. It had a wrought-iron gate surrounding it and was filled with monuments and mausoleums, rather than ordinary gravestones.
I might not know my way around Osfro streets, but I knew exactly where my family’s mausoleum was in this graveyard. My guide waited near the iron gate as I walked over to the handsome stone building labeled witmore. It wasn’t the biggest one on the property, but I thought it was one of the most beautiful. My father had loved art of all kinds, and we’d commissioned exquisite carvings of the six glorious angels on all the exterior walls.
I had no way to enter, not without prior arrangements with the church, and simply sat on the steps. I ran my fingers over the names carved amid those listed on the stone placard: Lord Roger Witmore, Sixteenth Earl of Rothford, and Lady Amelia Rothford. Above them, my grandfather’s name was listed alone: Lord Augustus Witmore, Fifteenth Earl of Rothford. My grandmother’s name would join his one day, and then the mausoleum would be full. “You’ll have to find your own place,” Grandmama had told me at my father’s funeral.
My mother had died first, catching one of the many illnesses that ran rampant in the poorer parts of the city. My parents had been greatly interested in investing in charitable establishments among the less fortunate, and it had cost them their lives, my mother getting sick one summer, my father the next. Their charities fell apart. Some said my parents had been saintly. Most said they’d been foolish.
I stared up at the great stone door, which held a carving of the glorious angel Ariniel, the gatekeeper of Uros. The work was gorgeous, but I always thought Ariniel was the least interesting of the angels. All she did was open the way for others and facilitate their journeys. Was there some place she’d rather be? Something else she’d rather do? Was she content to exist so that others could achieve their goals while she stayed at a standstill? Grandmama had said I’d always have choices made for me. Was that way of both humans and angels? The scriptures had never addressed such questions. Most likely they were blasphemous.
I turned from that serene face and saw a flutter of color at the gate. Three of my ladies were hurrying toward me. Far beyond them, near the church’s entrance, I saw our carriage waiting. Immediately, I was swarmed.
“Oh, my lady, what were you thinking?” cried Vanessa. “Did that boy behave inappropriately?”
“You must be freezing!” Ada tossed a heavier cloak over my shoulders.
“Let me brush the dirt from your hem,” said Thea.
“No, no,” I said to that last one. “I’m fine. How did you find me?” They all began talking over one another, but it basically came down
to their noticing my disappearance and questioning the boy at our town house’s gate and pretty much every person I’d passed in my outing. I’d apparently made an impression.
“Your grandmother doesn’t know yet,” said Vanessa, urging me forward. She was the cleverest of them. “Let’s get back quickly.”
Before I stepped away, I looked back at the angel, back at my parents’ names. “Bad things are always going to happen,” my father had told me in his last year. “There’s no way to avoid that. Our control comes in how we face them. Do we let them crush us, making us despondent? Do we face them unflinchingly and endure the pain? Do we outsmart them?” I’d asked him what it meant to outsmart a bad thing. “You’ll know when the time comes. And when it does, you need to act quickly.”
The maids couldn’t stop fussing over me, even on the carriage ride home. “My lady, if you’d wanted to go, you should have just let us arrange a proper visit with a priest,” Thea said.
“I wasn’t thinking,” I murmured. I wasn’t about to elaborate on how the letter from Lady Dorothy had nearly given me a nervous breakdown. “I wanted the air. I decided I’d just walk over on my own.” They stared at me incredulously. “You can’t do that,” said Ada. “You can’t do that on your own. You . . . you can’t do anything on your own.”
“Why not?” I snapped, feeling only a little bad when she flinched. “I’m a peeress of the realm. My family name commands respect every- where. So why shouldn’t I be free to move everywhere? To choose to do whatever I want?”
None of them spoke right away, and I wasn’t surprised that it was Vanessa who finally did: “Because you’re the Countess of Rothford. Someone with a name like that can’t move among the nameless. And when it comes to who you are, my lady . . . well, that’s something we never have a choice in.”
I realized then that I was taking the first approach to this “bad thing” with Lionel: I was letting it crush me. And so, I decided then and there that I would choose the nobler, un- flinching approach. I would endure the pain.
In the following weeks, I smiled and made my quips and acted as though our household wasn’t being torn apart. While the servants worked and worried about their futures, I calmly went about tasks that were appropriate to young noblewomen, painting pictures and planning my wedding attire. When callers came to wish us well, I sat with them and feigned excitement. More than once, I heard the arrangement referred to as a “smart match.” It reminded me of when I was six, when my mother and I had watched Princess Margrete’s wedding procession go by.
The princess had sat in a carriage, waving and stiffly smiling as she held hands with a Lorandian duke she’d only met the week before.
“She looks a little green,” I’d said.
“Nonsense. And if you’re lucky,” my mother had told me, “you’ll make a smart match like that.”
Would my mother have allowed this if she were still alive? Would this have turned out differently? Probably. A lot of things would’ve turned out differently if my parents were still alive.
I looked up from the canvas I’d been painting, a field of purple and pink poppies copied from one of the great masters in the National Gallery. A page stood in front of me. From the tone of his voice, I could tell this wasn’t the first time he’d spoken to me.
“Yes?” I asked. The word came out a bit more harshly than I’d intended. I’d had an argument with Grandmama this morning about the dismissal of my favorite cook, and it still bothered me.
He bowed, relieved at finally being acknowledged. “There’s a gentleman caller here. He’s, um, making Ada cry.”
I blinked, wondering if I’d misheard. “I’m sorry, what?”
Thea and Vanessa sat beside me, busy with sewing. They looked up from their work, equally perplexed.
The page shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t really understand it my- self, my lady. It’s some sort of meeting arranged by Lady Branson. I think she was supposed to be here to supervise but was delayed by business. I settled them into the west drawing room, and when I returned to check on them, Ada was quite hysterical. I thought you would want to know.”
And here I’d thought this would be a boring day.
The other ladies started to rise when I did, but I urged them to sit down. As I followed the page back into the house, I asked, “Do you have any idea what this so-called gentleman is here for?”
“Another position, I believe.”
I felt a small pang of guilt. Staff cuts had begun, and Ada was one of the ladies being dismissed from my entourage. I’d been able to keep only one. Lady Dorothy had assured me the replacements who’d been selected under her close supervision were exemplary, but I was pretty sure their chief function would be to spy on me.
As I made my way to the drawing room, I pondered what could have caused this unexpected morning drama. Lady Branson was my grandmother’s chief lady. If she’d arranged a position for Ada, I had to imagine it would be something respectable and not worthy of a breakdown.
“These weren’t tears of joy?” I asked the page, just to clarify.
“No, my lady.”
We entered the room, and sure enough, there was poor Ada, sitting on a sofa and sobbing into her hands. A man, his back to me, was bent over, trying awkwardly to comfort her by patting her shoulder. Immediately, my heart hardened as I wondered what kind of monster had brought this about.
“Lady Witmore, Countess of Rothford,” announced the page.
That startled both Ada and her guest. She lifted her face from her hands, still sniffling, and managed to rise for a small curtsey. The man also straightened, turning to look at me. As he did, the images I’d been building of some old, twisted scoundrel vanished.
Well, maybe he was a scoundrel, but who was I to say? And the rest of him . . . my eyes burned at the sight of him. Deep auburn hair swept back in a short, fashionable tail revealed a face with clean lines and high cheekbones. His eyes were an intense blue-gray, contrasting with skin tanned from being outdoors. That wasn’t fashionable among nobles, but I could’ve deduced he wasn’t one of us from a mile away. “Your ladyship,” he said, giving a proper bow. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
I gestured the page away and sat down, a signal for the other two as well. “I’m not sure I can say the same, seeing as you’ve sent my lady-in-waiting into hysterics.”
A chagrined expression crossed that handsome face. “Er, that wasn’t my intent. I’m just as surprised as you. I’d been under the impression that Lady Branson had settled things with her.”
“She did,” exclaimed Ada. I could see new sobs bubbling up within her. “But now that it’s here . . . I just . . . I just don’t know if I want to go!”
He turned on a smile for her, one so confident and so practiced that I was certain he must use it regularly to get his way. “Well, a few nerves are understandable. But once you’ve seen how the other girls live at the Glittering Court—”
“Hold on,” I interrupted. “What is the Glittering Court?” It sounded vaguely brothelish, but that seemed unlikely if Lady Branson had arranged it.
“I’d be happy to explain it, my lady. Assuming you don’t find the logistics boring.”
I looked him over. “Believe me, there’s absolutely nothing about this situation I find boring.”
He turned that gallant smile on me, no doubt hoping it would win me over as it did others. It kind of did. “The Glittering Court is an exciting opportunity for young women like Ada, an opportunity that will transform their lives and—”
“Hold on one more time,” I said. “What’s your name?”
He stood and bowed again. “Cedric Thorn, at your service.” No title, but again, that didn’t surprise me. The more I studied him, the more intrigued I was. He wore a brown coat of light wool that flared slightly at the knee, longer than current trends. A brown brocade vest under the coat caught the light. It was a respectable, subdued outfit, one a prosperous merchant might wear, but a bright amber pin in the hat he held told me he wasn’t entirely without flair.
“My lady?” he asked.
I realized I’d been staring and offered a grand wave of my hand. “Please continue explaining this Gleaming Court of yours.”
“Glittering, my lady. And as I was saying, it’s an exciting opportunity for young women to move up in the world. Ada here is exactly the type of bright and promising girl we’re looking for.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. Ada was by far my most uninteresting maidservant. She was pretty, which, I’d learned, tended to be synonymous with “bright and promising” for most men.
He launched into what had to be a well-rehearsed speech. “The Glittering Court is a highly respected enterprise on both sides of the ocean. My father and my uncle founded it ten years ago after learning just how few women there are in Adoria.”
Adoria? That’s what this was about? I nearly leaned forward and then remembered myself. Still, it was hard not to be taken in. Adoria.
The country discovered across the Sunset Sea. Adoria. The very sound of it inspired adventure and excitement. It was a new world, a world far removed from the one in which I was required to marry my itching cousin—but also a world without galleries and theaters and luxuriously dressed nobility.
“There are plenty of Icori women there,” I remarked, feeling the need to say something.
Cedric’s smile broadened, warming his features. Were his eyelashes longer than mine? That certainly seemed unfair.
“Yes, but our colonists aren’t looking for savage Icori wives in kilts and tartans. Well,” he added, “most of our colonists aren’t looking for savage wives. I suppose there’s always someone who finds that appealing.”
I nearly asked what he found appealing and then again reminded myself I was a lady of exalted rank.
“Most of our settlers are looking for gentle, cultured Osfridian wives—especially those men who’ve made their fortunes there. Plenty set sail for Adoria with nothing more than the clothes on their backs and now have found success as businessmen and plantation owners. They’ve become pillars in their communities, men of prestige.” Cedric held up his hands grandly, a performer on his stage. “They want suitable wives to start families with. His Majesty wants it too. He’s ordered the founding of several other colonies and the expansion of current ones—but it’s very difficult when Osfridian men outnumber women three to one. When women do go, they’re usually ordinary, working-class girls who are already married. That’s not what the new nobility is looking for.”
“New nobility?” I asked. I was getting sucked into his pitch. It was a new experience, having someone else turn the powers of persuasion on me.
“The new nobility. That’s what we call them—these ordinary men who’ve found extraordinary greatness in the New World.”
“It’s very catchy. Did you come up with it?”
He looked surprised by the question. “No, my lady. My father did. He’s a master of publicity and persuasion. Far more so than me.”
“I find that incredible. Please—continue with your new nobility.” Cedric studied me for a beat, and there was something in his eyes.
A calculation, or maybe a reassessment. “The new nobility. They don’t need a title or right of birth to claim power and prestige. They’ve earned it through hard work and have become a nobility—of sorts— and now need suitably ‘noble’ wives. But since women of your rank aren’t exactly lining up to sail over, the Glittering Court has taken it upon itself to create a cohort of young women willing to transform. We take lovely girls like Ada here, girls of common birth, girls with no family—or maybe too much family—and we train them up to greatness.”
He’d smiled briefly when he made his comment about noblewomen lining up, like it was a joke between us. I felt a pang in my heart. Little did he know that just then, faced with a lifetime shackled to a sullen cousin and an overbearing grandmother-in-law, I would have given up my regal world and sailed to the colonies in an instant, savage conditions or no. Not that I could have ever made it to the docks without dozens of people trying to usher me back to my proper sphere of society.
Ada sniffled, reminding me she was still here. I’d known her for years, barely giving her a second thought. Now, for the first time ever, I felt jealous of her. She had a world—a new world—of potential and adventure opening up right before her.
“So. You’re going to take Ada to Adoria,” I said. It was difficult keeping my tone light, lest my envy show.
“Not right away,” said Cedric. “First, we have to make sure she’s trained up to Glittering Court standards. I’m sure she’s received some education in your service—but nothing to match your own. She’ll spend a year in one of my uncle’s manor houses with other girls her age, learning all sorts of things to make up for that. She’ll—”
“Wait,” I interrupted. My grandmother would’ve been appalled at the completely haphazard way I was managing this conversation, but this whole situation was too strange for me to get caught up in formalities. “You’re saying she’ll have an education that’ll match mine. In a year?”
“Not an exact match, no. But she’ll be able to pass herself off among upper classes—maybe even the nobility—after that time.”
Knowing Ada as I did, I was again skeptical, but urged him on. “Continue.”
“We’ll start by polishing up her basic education in reading and accounting, and then expand into other more genteel areas. How to run a household and manage servants. Music lessons. How to throw social engagements. What to talk about at social engagements. Art, history, philosophy. Foreign language, if there’s time.”
“That’s very extensive,” I said, casting a curious glance at Ada. “That’s why it takes a year,” Cedric explained. “She’ll live in one
of my uncle’s manors learning all these things and then sail over to Adoria with all the girls from the other manors. If she chooses to go.” At this, Ada finally came to life. Her head jerked up. “I don’t have to go?”
“Well, no,” said Cedric, a little surprised at the question. He produced a roll of paper from his coat—with a bit of a flourish, if I wasn’t mistaken. “At the end of your year, your contract states you can either choose to go to Adoria to have a marriage made for you or you can leave the Glittering Court, at which point we’ll find a suitable work arrangement to reimburse us for your education.”
Ada looked immensely more cheerful, and I realized she probably thought said arrangement would involve a job similar to what she had now.
“I’m guessing he means a workhouse or a factory,” I said. Her face fell. “Oh. But it’d still be here. In Osfrid.”
“Yes,” said Cedric. “If you want to stay. But honestly? Who’d pick those kind of long work hours over a chance to be on the arm of a wealthy, doting husband who’ll drape you in silks and jewels?”
“I don’t get to choose him,” she argued.
“That’s not entirely true. When you arrive in Adoria, you and the other girls will have a three-month period in which you’ll be presented to those eligible men who’ve shown interest in our jewels—that’s what my uncle calls the Glittering Court girls.” He turned his smile to its most dazzling, trying to reassure her. “You’ll love it there. The colonial men go crazy when we bring new girls. It’s a season of parties and other social engagements, and you’ll get a whole new wardrobe for it all—Adorian fashions are somewhat different from ours. If more than one man makes an offer for you, then you can choose the one you want.”
Once again, I found myself brimming with jealousy, but Ada still looked uncertain. No doubt she’d heard tales of danger and savagery about Adoria. And, in fairness, some weren’t unfounded. When settlers from Osfrid and other countries had landed in Adoria, there’d been terrible bloodshed between them and the Icori clans living there. Many of the Icori had been driven away, but we still heard stories of other tragedies: diseases, storms, and wild animals, to name a few.
But what were those things compared to the riches and greatness that Adoria offered? And wasn’t there danger everywhere? I wanted to shake some sense into her, to tell her she should take this opportunity and never look back. Surely there could be no greater adventure than this. But she’d never had a sense of adventure, never seen the promise of taking a chance on something she didn’t know. That was part of the reason I hadn’t picked her to come with me to Lionel’s household.
After much deliberation, she turned to me. “What do you think I should do, my lady?”
The question caught me unprepared, and suddenly, all I could think of was my grandmother’s words: You’ll have people making choices for you your entire life. Get used to it.
I felt myself softening. “You have to make your own choices— especially since you’ll be on your own once you leave my service.” I looked over at Cedric, and for the first time, I saw uneasiness on those striking features. He was afraid Ada was going to opt out. Did the Glittering Court have quotas to meet? Was he on the hook to come back with someone?
“Mister Thorn has made it all sound very lovely,” she replied. “But
I kind of feel like some trinket being bought and sold.” “Women always feel that way,” I said.
But in the end, Ada accepted Cedric’s offer anyway because, as she saw it, she had nowhere else to go. Over her shoulder I scanned the contract, which was mostly a more formal explanation of what Cedric had told us. When she signed, I did a double take.
“That’s your full name?” I asked. “Adelaide? Why don’t you go by that?”
She shrugged. “Too many letters. It took me years to learn to spell it.” Cedric seemed to struggle to keep a straight face. I wondered if he was starting to question this choice and if Ada could really be made
into part of his “new nobility.”
Contract in hand, he stood up and bowed to me. To her, he said, “I have other contracts to deliver this afternoon and some errands to run at the university. You can take the day to pack your things, and our carriage will come to retrieve you this evening and take you to your manor. My father and I will join you along the way.”
“Where is this manor?” I asked.
“I’m not sure which one she’ll be assigned to,” he admitted. “I’ll know by tonight. My uncle maintains four for the Glittering Court, with ten girls each. One is in Medfordshire. Two are in Donley, an- other in Fairhope.”
They were true country houses then, I noted, placing each location on a mental map. They were each at least half a day from where we were in Osfro.
He delivered a few more last-minute instructions before making motions to leave. I offered to walk him out, which was a bit un- orthodox, and took him back toward the garden I’d been in earlier. “University. So you’re a student then, Mister Thorn.”
“Yes. You don’t sound surprised by that.”
“It’s in your manner. And your coat. Only a student would set his own fashion standards.”
He laughed. “I didn’t. It’s actually an Adorian fashion. I’ve got to look the part when I go with the girls.”
“You get to go too?” Somehow, that made this entire thing even more agonizing. “You’ve been there before?”
“Not in years, but—”
He drew up short as we rounded a corner and heard more sniffling. Old Doris the cook was trudging toward the kitchen, trying not to cry as she walked.
“Don’t take this the wrong way . . .” Cedric began. “But there are a lot of tears in your household.”
I shot him a wry look. “Much is changing. Doris won’t be going with us either. She’s blind in one eye, and my cousin doesn’t want her.” He turned to study me, and I averted my gaze, not wanting him to see how much this decision pained me. In her condition, Doris wasn’t going to have an easy time finding work. It was another argument Grandmama had won. I was losing my edge.
“Is she good?” Cedric asked. “Very.”
“Excuse me,” he called out to her.
Doris turned in surprise. “M’lord?” Neither of us bothered to correct her error.
“Is it true that your services are for hire? I can understand if some- one else has already hired you on.”
She blinked, her one good eye focusing on him. “No, m’lord.” “There’s an opening over in one of the university’s kitchens. Four silvers a month and room and board. If you’re interested, it’s yours. Although if the thought of cooking for so many is daunting—”
“M’lord,” she interrupted, pulling herself up to her full but short height. “I have overseen seven-course dinners hosting a hundred nobles. I can handle swaggering boys.”
Cedric’s expression remained dignified. “Glad to hear it. Go to the university’s north office tomorrow and tell them your name. They’ll give you more information.”
Old Doris’s mouth dropped, and she looked to me for confirmation. I nodded encouragingly.
“Yes, yes, m’lord! I’ll go right after breakfast’s served. Thank you—thank you so much.”
“Well, that’s lucky,” I told him, once we were alone again. I certainly wouldn’t say so, but I thought it was incredibly kind of him to offer such a thing, let alone notice her. Most didn’t. “Lucky that there was an open position.”
“There isn’t, actually,” he said. “But I’ll stop by and talk to the office today. By the time I’m done, they’ll have an opening.”
“Mister Thorn, something tells me you could sell salvation to a priest.”
He smiled at the old adage. “What makes you think I haven’t?”
We reached the garden and were nearing the exit when he halted again. An expression of disbelief crossed his face, and I turned toward what had caught his eye. My poppies painting.
“That’s . . . Peter Cosingford’s Poppies. I saw it in the National Gallery. Except . . . ?” He trailed off, face full of confusion as he took in the canvas and the pigments beside it.
“It’s a copy. My attempt at a copy. I have others. It’s just something
I do for fun.”
“You make copies of great works for fun?” Belatedly, he added, “My lady?”
“No, Mister Thorn. That’s what you do.”
The smile on his face was genuine, and I found I liked it better than the show ones. “Well, I’m pretty sure I could never copy you.”
We’d reached the front gate, and his words made me come to a halt. It was less about their meaning than the way he’d said them. The tone. The warmth. I tried to think of a witty retort, but my normally quick mind had frozen up.
“And if you won’t take offense at me speaking openly . . .” he added quickly.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
“It’s just . . . well, I’m a little disappointed I probably won’t ever get a chance to see you again.” Perhaps realizing that was too open, he gave a hasty bow. “Farewell, and best of luck to you, my lady.”
One of the guards outside the gate unlocked it for him, and I watched him walk out the gate, admiring the way the velvet coat hugged his body.
“But you will be seeing me again,” I murmured. “Just wait.”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Having never read the vamp acad books or any other rachel mead books i found this one uniquely intriguing. Yes at times it got repetitive and dry but the overall and general outlook remains at a great level. I admire the level of imagination needed to kickstart such an enormous plot.
Great read! I couldn't put it down!
Fell in love the first 100 pages
This book does not disappoint for lovers of Richelle's ability to create an engaging world and dynamic characters
Long story short wrap up. Could have had more detailed closure. A lot of small characters played big parts that we never really learned about.
I love reading Richelles novels, she always finds some way to transport you to a new world you feel like you've been living there your whole life. I look forward to joinig Adelaid and Cedrick on their new journey to come!
Loved the cover,but i didnt find the book nearly as interesting as her others. It was a bit dry
What a great concept.
The idea of the Glittering court was intriguing and would have been enough if the author would have written in more detail about it. However, this book goes far beyond that, there isn't a strong connection between characters because of the fast pace and the end is baffling. Don't put too much thought into this one.
I was crazy excited for this book because first, it's Richelle Mead, and second, look at that cover, and third, I was told it would be like Reign. Long story short: it was nothing like Reign. There were a few balls, there were pretty dresses, there was competition, there was friendship, and there was romance, but it was not like Reign. I just have to make that clear in case any one else is going into this book thinking they're going to get something like the tv show, because they're not. From pretty much the third page of the book, I knew that The Glittering Court was going to be very different from what I was expecting: I think the reason for this was how we were introduced to the love interest, Cedric. He was just too nice, if I'm being honest. There was an attraction between him and Adelaide - her fake name - from the very beginning, and it took away from some/most of the angst, at least for me. I simply don't find romances very interesting when the main characters are obvious about their love from the very beginning. Of course there are exceptions to this very general statement, but it holds for this book. I will admit there were several cute moments in the novel between the two, and that I'm also glad that they're a couple because they work very well together - it just didn't arouse many swoony feelings inside of me, and that's something I regret. Now, our girl Adelaide has two friends, Mira and Tamsin, and throughout the book I found myself wishing that the story could have been told in one of their points of view instead, since Adelaide wasn't a character I found myself connecting with easily. I found faults with her constantly, which isn't so much the problem as the fact that she was a stereotypical rich girl in many ways. It got annoying fast, though I eventually grew to appreciate her. Besides, Mira and Tamsin had so many secrets, which makes so much more sense knowing that the next two books will be told in both those girls' points of view. I'm much more excited for those books now that I know that. Personally I'm hoping for Mira's story first since I have a ship for her and everything; I'm so ready for her perspective on everything. I know I said this book is nothing like Reign, but I mean that in an overall plot kind of way. Yes, there were similarities in pagan religions and hot dudes following that religion and so forth, but in the long run, none of that seemed to warrant the label "this is like Reign." So yeah. Anyways, since I brought up plot, there was this really weird, out-of-nowhere plot twist that came up about 150 pages before the end of the book, and surprisingly enough, that's exactly when I began to become interested in the book. Everything else was nothing different than anything we've seen in books like The Selection, but suddenly, there was a Wild West turn and there was dirt, digging, gold, Indians, and a whole bunch of things you wouldn't expect in a book called The Glittering Court. I'm weirded out, but also super glad because at this point, things got really fast-paced and a lot was at stake. I don't know if it was necessary, but my only desire is that the entire book could have had the same genre and intensity as that small part of the novel. Here's to hoping that Mira and Tamsin's story focuses on this part of the plot, because this is where secrets started being kept and the three girls began to diverge from one another. Continue this review at http://the-lone-reader-blog.blogspot.com
I expected more from this book. It was almost to telling who would end up with who and who was going to die.
I should have DNFed this book ages ago. It should be noted that Richelle Mead is one of my favorite authors and up until her most recent releases (i.e. Soundless) that held true. But I held faith in her other books so I picked this up. Cue boredom. I mean, honestly, did anything happen in this book? ANYTHING? I couldn’t care less about the protagonist, Adelaide, or her messed up logic. Though a countess, she’s short on funds and doesn’t want to marry to save face and have a steady income once more so clearly the best choice is to go off and enter into a contract that all but forces her to marry someone else in the new world. Makes TOTAL sense. On and on, Adelaide makes these stupid decisions that made zero sense to me. I’m not really sure what the whole point was of The Glittering Court because for two-thirds of the story it’s just Adelaide pretending not to know anything about being a lady and the rest is this romance-thing that was awful. Really, if you’re going to have a romance, at least make it good. Which, for the record, generally involves an interesting, if not likable, protagonist and a love interest who isn’t more than a stand-in to create tension and trouble in the story. I honestly found no interest in any of the characters, though, except for wondering where Mira kept disappearing to and later what happened to Tamsin (up until that point she was just annoying). This world Mead creates is that of a country colonizing a new world. Huh, wonder where I’ve heard that before… I mean, it’s not a unique concept but the way this is written almost reads like historical fiction with different country names. Perhaps that’s why the lack of world-building wasn’t as big an issue for me as the plot and characters — my brain just filled in the blanks. The only thing that I found weird was the basis of the whole story: young women who essentially become a form of mail-order bride, entering into a contract where men buy them to be their wives. This is something right of a history book but seemed an unusual and not entirely logical choice for Adelaide to pursue for her future. The short of that? This isn’t really fantasy. At least not in the magical sense. If that’s what you’re looking for, steer clear. The world is made up but the events read like history. Also, can we talk about how even the women in this book think poorly of their own sex? That the idea of offering oneself to a complete stranger is perfectly acceptable. Even Adelaide sees nothing wrong with it. Alright, so… where does this leave The Glittering Court? No character development, and starting off with boring characters to begin with. Little world-building. Sexist. Boring. Just. Boring. My only hope is that the rest of the series gets better, not that I’m sure if I’ll pick up future books with how this one went. While I enjoyed Mead’s earlier YA titles, and loved her adult ones, I think I’ll just stick to the latter now and save myself the trouble. There’s no way I can recommend this book so if you’re looking to read any of this author’s work, I recommend checking out her books prior to this and Soundless.
I had high hopes for this book, but was disappointed. It was very slow at times and the characters were hard to relate with. I do like the different world and society created in this book.
A fun and delightful adventure with romance, suspense, and a pace that won't let you put it down!
Fantastic character development. The dystopia genre has alot of attention lately but this managed to stand out.
This isn't Vampire Academy. Not even close. So, don't expect that. That's not a bad thing though. This is its own story. Adelaide (aka Elizabeth) comes from Osfrid, a place very much like England and is escaping to Adoria, a place very much like the USA. So, even thought it is fantasy fiction in that respect, it felt more like a historical fiction. I like both genres so, I was happy either way. With its humor, adventure, drama, and romance, The Glittering Court had something to entertain a wide variety of audiences.
I struggle quite a bit with fantasy reads. As a contemporary girl, the majority of what I read is pure contemps. From YA to Adult, I prefer very realistic and relateable stories. I’ve been trying my best to venture out of this comfort zone I’m in and read more fantasy, especially when they sound so interesting to me. I have to admit this was more of a cover-love-at-first-sight situation, but I was definitely intrigued by the premise. This is also my first Richelle Mead, and after hearing such wonderful things about her writing, I figured this was a good one to start with. At first I was a little put off by Adelaide. I felt like she was a weaker heroine than I had hoped for, and I wasn’t convinced that I would grow to like her at all… but I did! She started to show her spunky and out-spoken side as the story progressed, and I loved that about her. This is a historical read, and to see a female in that time frame speak out the way she did was enough to cause her to weasel into my heart just a bit. I honestly wish there had been more romance in this book. I understand that every book doesn’t have to be overflowing with romance, but that’s just a personal preference of mine. It definitely sets it up for more in further books, which is a good thing for sure. I also felt like there was a lot going on… like, too much, actually. Again, something that may be fleshed out more in the coming books. I have to admit, I almost DNF’d this one. I was struggling with it quite a bit, and I honestly felt that it just wasn’t for me. But my curiosity got the better of me, I suppose, and I decided to stick with it. Overall, I did end up enjoying it, though I wasn’t wowed like I had hoped to be. So many people have devoured this book and loved every minute of it, so don’t take my opinion of it as the end-all, be-all. If you haven’t read this yet and you’re thinking about it, I definitely suggest you at least give it a try. You just may fall in love with it like so many others have. (Thanks to Razorbill for the review copy!)
Adelaide belonged to one of the noblest families in Osfrid, one that could trace it’s bloodline back to the county’s founders. Adelaide had to marry well as her family no longer had the money it once had. Adelaide’s grandmother - Alice- came to Adelaide to tell her a miracle had happened . Adelaide's parents were dead and she lived with her grandmother since their deaths. Lionel =Baron of Ashby had made an offer. He was a very rich cousin. Adelaide didn’t know him and after meeting him and his very controlling grandmother Adelaide said no to his offer. Then Adelaide put Lionel out of her mind. Then Adelaide gained knowledge of the Glittering Court . Adelaide the passes as Ada to get out of the arranged marriage to Lionel/ Adelaide had to join the Glittering Court which is designed to change women with low class stigma into upper class lady’s. Adelaide excels in her training and makes a few friends. No one knows who she really is but Cedric. Adelaide is attracted to Cedric and he to her but it would cause a scandal for them to be together. Adelaide was to attract a wealthy husband in the new land. I just couldn’t get into this story guess it just wasn’t for me. There wasn’t much action or anything to rally pull you into the story and keep you glued to the story. I also didn’t think there was really alot of chemistry from Cedric to Adelaide. I also just found the story confusing . I just didn’t like it. I received an ARC of this story for an honest review.
Adelaide is an aristocratic woman about to enter into an arranged marriage she knows will not satisfy her in order to save her family’s name and fortunes. And then The Glittering Court comes recruiting one of her servants, and Adelaide decides to take her place. The Glittering Court is recruiting girls to be trained in the skills of the upper classes in order to appeal as wives to men in the new world. This offers working class girls opportunities they never dreamed of and one thing they never thought they’d have: choice. It offers Adelaide this same freedom, though she comes from much different circumstances. But her world is complicated by the friends, rivals, and love interests that cross her path. This went from a mix between Princess Academy and the Selection to a Western, more particularly Gold Rush-y (I am not usually a Western person). Everything felt based in American history. I honestly had no concept of the made-up countries and religions in this book. My head immediately transcribed them into their recognizable historical parallels. I don’t know if this was intended or not, but I would not describe this as a world that feels tangible to me on it’s own right now. Rather, in my head it is colonial America. If that was the intent, spot on. Adelaide is pretty strong throughout, even when she’s out of her comfort zone. Though she did become slightly less interesting to me over time. I think some of this could have been the narrative losing its forward momentum. The novel is only around 400 pages, but it feels longer sometimes. Partly because a lot happens and a good amount of time is spanned. Still, Adelaide’s story is pretty well contained in this novel. Goodreads lists this as part of a series, and I hope it’s going to take a My Fair Assassins approach and follow different girls. I am very intrigued to follow the two closest friends Adelaide made in The Glittering Court. And seeds have definitely been planted for them to have their own stories. There is obviously a romance angle in this novel. I say obviously because at least at Barnes & Noble it’s shelved in teen romance, and Richelle Mead is known for her romance plot lines in YA I think. I had no major issues with the romance. I was rooting for it. I liked the flirtations we got especially at the beginning. I did think the “jealous rival” we were introduced to was a little obvious and underdeveloped, but hey, if I lump this in with a romance novel structure it fits. If The Glittering Court could fell somewhat plodding and predictable to me as a reader today, I also recognize this is the kind of book that I would have eaten up as a high schooler. I probably would have used it to ease my wait between A Great and Terrible Beauty books. I didn’t adore this book; I didn’t hate it. It was some nice escapism, but when I reached the last page I was okay with that.
Was excited to read another by mead but the book reads very poorly. Main character is unlikeable and the book reads immaturely.
When I read the synopsis for this book, I thought, ok, hasn’t this topic been done already? But, as I read the book, I realized, that while there is one similarity to The Selection by Kiera Cass, this book takes that general idea, and enhances it a thousand fold. Adelaide, a young woman, who, next to her grandmother, is the last surviving member of her very high class family. She has to marry well, in order to continue her famous line. However, Adelaide, does not want to marry for duty, and dreams of being able to choose her future husband. She accidentally stumbles upon a sales pitch that is being presented to one of her maids reguarding The Glittering Court. This organization gathers attractive lower class young women, houses, and trains them to be upper class. They are dressed in fine clothes, taught to manage a house or manor, eat with the correct utensils, speak proper English, etc. These young women will be brought to the “New World” where they will go to parties and meet gentlemen with money who will essentially purchase them as wives. Well, Adelaide sees this as her chance to get out of Osfria (her country), and switches places with the maid for the chance to pick her own husband. Predictably, the women are very competitive with each other, as they were in The Selection, but that is pretty much where the similarity ends. In The Glittering Court, the women have the illusion of having the power. Until, one of them falls for someone unacceptable, who can not afford to pay the bride price. This New World that Richelle Mead has created, sounds an awful lot like America’s past history. As the French, English and Spanish found our new world, and fought the local indigenous race, so too did the Osforians in this author’s universe. In my minds eye, I pictured Nathaniel Hawthorne’s wooden cities and forts, the Scarlett Letter’s strict morals, and the Salem Witch trial’s religious fervor. As with other fantasy authors the use of creating a new world allows the author to write about sensitive subjects in a way that is not too pointed. We understand the lesson, and are not offended with the telling of it because it is not black against white, or Catholic versus Protestant. This is why I love this genre so much, it truly allows an opinion to be expressed, even if only in a fantasy universe. I thought this novel was very well done, and will certainly look forward to the second novel in this series!