Warrior of the Wild

Warrior of the Wild

by Tricia Levenseller

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Overview

An eighteen-year-old chieftain's daughter must find a way to kill her village’s oppressive deity if she ever wants to return home in Warrior of the Wild, the Viking-inspired YA standalone fantasy from Tricia Levenseller, author of Daughter of the Pirate King.

How do you kill a god?

As her father's chosen heir, eighteen-year-old Rasmira has trained her whole life to become a warrior and lead her village. But when her coming-of-age trial is sabotaged and she fails the test, her father banishes her to the monster-filled wilderness with an impossible quest: To win back her honor, she must kill the oppressive god who claims tribute from the villages each year or die trying.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250189943
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends
Publication date: 02/26/2019
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 169,268
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.30(d)
Age Range: 13 - 18 Years

About the Author

Tricia Levenseller, author of Daughter of the Pirate King and its sequel Daughter of the Siren Queen, is from a small town in Oregon, but she now lives next to the Rocky Mountains in Utah with her bossy dog, Rosy. She received her degree in English language and editing, and she is thrilled that she never has to read a textbook again. When she’s not writing or reading, Tricia enjoys putting together jigsaw puzzles, playing volleyball, and watching her favorite TV shows while eating extra-buttered popcorn.

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CHAPTER 1

An ax swings for my head.

The dull training weapon may not be enough to decapitate me, but I know all too well the sharp sting of metal on skin.

I duck.

A whoosh of air sails over my head, and while I'm still crouched, I thrust my ax straight out so the blunt tips of the double heads whack right into Torrin's armor-clad stomach.

He lets out a sad breath of air. "Dead again."

Ignoring the instinct to correct his form, I opt for a quick "Sorry," as he rubs at the spot where I struck him.

He grins at me. "If I had a problem, I would find a different sparring partner."

That smile of his sets my stomach to fluttering. It gets more and more charming every day.

But shame spreads through me when Torrin's eyes raise to my hair. He hasn't said anything about it, and I'm in no hurry to offer an explanation for its shorter length. Thankfully, Master Burkin strides over to us, saving me.

"Well done, Rasmira," he says. Then to Torrin, "You're too slow on the recovery. Unless getting eviscerated was your intention?"

A look of annoyance flashes over Torrin's face, but it disappears as quickly as it comes. "Maybe it was, Master Burkin."

"And maybe you'll fail your trial tomorrow. This is the last day for me to shove any more training into your thick skull. Let's pair Rasmira up with another boy so you can watch."

Being put on display is the last thing I want. It separates me even more from the rest of the trainees. I already receive more attention, receive the highest marks. It's as if my instructor, my father, and everyone else are trying to make life harder for me.

Burkin searches through the other pairs practicing in the training house. "How about ..."

Not Havard. Not Havard. Not Havard.

"Havard!" Burkin calls on the second-highest rank in our training group. "Come pair with Rasmira so Torrin can observe how to properly recover from his own swing."

"I know how to recover," Torrin says defensively. "Rasmira is just fast."

"The ziken are fast, too," Burkin says, "and they will not have blunt claws for weapons. Now watch."

I've spoken to my father about Burkin belittling the other students in order to raise me up. Complained profusely.

Nothing has changed.

So I'm forced to face off with Havard. He's the biggest boy I've ever seen, with a scowl across his lips to heighten the effect.

No one ever did like being second best.

Then again, perhaps no one ever hated being first more than I.

I swing for Havard's head, just as Master Burkin wants. Havard ducks and thrusts out with his ax just as I did before. With the same momentum of my initial swing, I curve my blades around, effectively blocking the jab toward my stomach.

"Perfect," Burkin says. "Now step it up, Torrin. Else tomorrow will be the last day any of us sees you alive."

And with that, Burkin stomps off to find other students to nag.

"Doesn't he realize how hard it is to take this seriously when it's the last day of training?" Torrin asks.

I'm about to respond, when a blur streaks toward me out of the corner of my eye.

I throw my ax up just in time.

It would seem that Havard isn't done with me yet.

"Something is different about you," Havard says, looking me up and down. The motion makes me feel dirty.

But then his eyes fix on my hair.

He laughs once. "You've cut your hair. Were you trying to make yourself uglier? Or does Torrin prefer it this way?"

I shove at our joined axes, sending Havard back a step. He has a knack for finding just the right ways to bring me down low. My eyes sting, but I have long since learned to control tears.

My father cut my hair last night. It used to flow down to my waist in blond waves. I loved my hair, despite the fact that it's more white than golden, like my mother's and sisters'. But now it barely reaches my shoulders, just like the rest of the men wear their hair.

I know that if my father could somehow force me to grow a beard, he'd do that, too.

My knuckles whiten where they grip my ax.

Havard notices. "You're going to strike me?"

"I'm considering it."

He snorts. "How would it look if the village leader's daughter started a fight the day before her trial?"

"Like she got pissed off by the village idiot."

His eyes sharpen. "You want to be very careful of what you say to me, Rat."

Rat — his charming nickname for me. Havard has been using it since I was eight. He said I scurried like one every time I tried to find my feet after he'd knock me down in training.

And when I would come home covered in bruises from my shins to my cheeks, Father began training me at home, too. For the last ten years, I have learned very little other than how to handle an ax.

But that is why I'm the best.

Because I know he's not expecting it, I fling my fist at Havard. His eyes were trained on my ax, not my free hand. The blow catches him on the chin, and I'm pleased by the way my knuckles smart. It must mean I hit him hard.

Havard cannot keep challenging me. I have to put him in his place. For one day, I will be his ruler, and if I cannot keep one bully in line, I'll never be able to look after a whole village.

When he sends a returning fist my way, I move to block it with my ax.

But he uncurls his fingers, wraps them around the shaft, and traps my ax in place. After dropping his own weapon, he sends his now-free hand toward my face. I feel my skin split across my cheekbone as my face wrenches backward.

Burkin notices.

"Havard! No fists! You will apologize to Rasmira."

Havard is furious at being caught when I wasn't. Rage fuels him now — he's past the point of listening. Past the point of being sensible, which is right where I want him.

He picks his weapon back up and flies at me, ax, legs, and arms swinging intermittently. I block each attack one after the next, just waiting, waiting, waiting.

There.

After a sweeping move meant to cleave me in two from head to toe, Havard's ax nicks into the dirt floor.

I've already sidestepped it, and now I sweep his legs out from under him, landing him on his ass for the whole room to see.

"Quicker on the recovery!" Burkin barks out. "By the goddess, do none of you listen?"

Some of the trainees laugh, but I barely hear it. My entire focus is latched onto Havard lying on the ground.

I kick his weapon far from his reach, then lower my ax to Havard's neck so the two blades rest on either side, pinning him to the floor.

"Dead," I say. And then lower, so only he can hear, "Challenge me again, and the next time we face off, it won't be with training weapons."

Havard answers with a disturbing smile. "You won't live long enough for us to face off again."

I kick him, send my leg straight down into his stomach. "And you need never rise from this floor. Apologize if you wish me to free you."

Once he catches his breath, Havard tries to use his hands to thrust my ax away from himself. I kick him again. This time my heel comes down on his nose.

Burkin does nothing. Will never do anything, because I am my father's daughter. Displeasing me would displease Father.

A little voice scratches at the back of my mind, warning me that incensing Havard is no way to earn his respect and loyalty. I'm abusing my own power.

But a much more prominent voice practically shouts, Make him bend.

Finally, through a blood-soaked face, Havard says, "Apologies."

I let him up, and training resumes.

* * *

TORRIN WALKS ME HOME, as he's done every day for the last month. Though now it feels as though he's always been by my side, we only became friends about six weeks ago. Before that, he was part of Havard's group, just another face in the crowd of my tormentors.

I remember vividly the day everything changed. Havard thought to gang up on me with the help of his best friends, Kol, Siegert, and Torrin. But instead of siding with Havard, Torrin helped me fight them off. Afterward, Torrin begged my forgiveness for playing the part he had the last several years. He said that as our trial had grown closer, he'd given some serious thought to what it means to be a warrior. "It never sat right with me — the way Havard treats you," he said, "but rather than face what I believed to be wrong, I did the easy thing. I don't want to be that kind of man. I know it's too late to take back what I've done, but I'd like to start changing now. I hope you can forgive me for the past."

I didn't think I was the forgiving type. I didn't think I believed people could change. But as I watched Torrin start living his life separate from Havard, I started to become closer to him. For the first time, I had a friend. Someone who didn't hate me for what I couldn't control, for being my father's daughter.

Now Torrin gently touches my cheek where Havard struck me. "We need to get this looked at right away."

I'm torn. I want to shrug him off because I don't need him fussing over me. He would never treat a male warrior this way. And yet, I don't want him to stop touching me.

"Irrenia will do it when she gets home," I say.

"Even with the cut, you're still lovely. How do you manage that?" Lovely.

I have received praise for being brave and strong, for having impressive aim, for holding my ax properly.

But no one has ever praised my looks.

A blossoming warmth spreads inside my chest, traveling upward. It envelops the pulsing sting in my cheek.

I have no idea how I'm supposed to respond to something like that. How do women handle such praise? Saying thank you doesn't seem right. Especially when I don't agree.

Thankfully, Torrin saves me from having to respond. "I overheard some of the trainees talking about sneaking out tonight to witness the Payment. Do you want to go? Not with them, obviously. With me. Separately." He takes his hand back, and we continue walking toward my home. He moves slightly closer to me so that our arms brush as we walk. It's such a subtle change, but I notice, as if he'd bounded into me headlong.

At this point, I'm convinced I would do anything as long as it means spending more time with him.

"Sure." I try to sound as though I couldn't care either way. I hope he doesn't realize just how good it feels for me to be around him. While I'm almost certain he feels the same way I do, it's impossible to tell for sure. But why else would he look for reasons to touch me? Why would he try to spend as much time as possible with me outside of training?

But if he does like me, then why hasn't he kissed me yet? Maybe he is just as nervous as I am. Maybe it's his first experience with courtship, just as it is mine. I've never seen him with another girl.

We pass through the streets of Seravin. Homes made from rock slabs line either side of the street. The gray-black stones have been painted over with deep azures and muted greens — the colors of the sky and sparse grass that breaks through the rocks. To the right, a cart is being heaped with chunks of meat to be presented for the Divine Payment. Two nocerotis, large beasts with sleek hides and two horns jutting out of the tops of their heads, are attached to the front, ready to pull once smacked on their hindquarters. Children, too young to begin training for a specific trade, play a game of pebbles in front of their homes.

And all the while Torrin's fingers are inching closer toward mine.

"I hope this year's Payment doesn't require us to skip meals again," he says as he watches hunters layer more and more valder into the cart. Each one is the length of two handspans and has enough meat to fill a small family. "There were several times during training last year that I thought I would pass out."

My chest tightens at those words. Peruxolo, the low god, demands payment each year. He collects different resources from every village. Ours is responsible for providing him with the best game. Our hunters are the most skilled of all the nearby villages. Even still, there is not always enough meat to go around.

Sometimes the Payment is so great that some in the village must go without food for days at a time. Parents and older siblings, like Torrin, skip meals so the younger ones can fill their bellies. Because of who my father is, my sisters and I have never had to go hungry. Other families are not so lucky.

Hunger is a better fate than facing Peruxolo's wrath, but I still feel sick to think of people starving.

"You will not go hungry during this Payment, Torrin," I say as I take his hand in mine. "I will make sure you and your brothers are fed each mealtime. My family always has more than enough food."

Torrin turns toward me, a peculiar expression upon his face. Confusion? Guilt? No, perhaps just surprise?

"You would do that for my family?"

"Of course I would." His intent eyes make my insides squirm. I try to lighten the air. "Because I don't want to be seen with you if you don't keep up your impressive physique."

He laughs, and the action makes me smile in return.

We've reached my home now, and Torrin releases my hand. I try to keep from frowning until I realize his face is approaching mine.

This is it, I think as my heart begins racing. He's going to kiss me.

And he does.

On the cheek.

I don't break eye contact as he pulls away. Maybe if I just look at him longingly, he'll see what I want and he won't be afraid to give it to me.

He looks back at me, his eyes deepening again. I think he might be reading my mind.

"I'll pick you up tonight outside your window so we can witness the Payment. I can't wait." He rubs his thumb against my lips before departing.

But it's still not a real kiss.

* * *

INEARLY FALL OUT of bed when knuckles rap against my bedroom window. Of course, I've been expecting Torrin, but I'm not used to sneaking out at night. I may be excited, but perhaps a bit anxious as well.

I've never left the boundaries of the village before.

When I rise and go to the window, Torrin has his face squished against the glass and is making a funny face.

My lips tilt in a smile as I open the window.

"Ready?" he whispers.

"Yes." I grab my ax — a sharp blade meant to do damage, not a training weapon — from beside the window and sling it through the strap on my back. Then I lift myself through the window one leg at a time.

Torrin doesn't waste any time at all lacing his fingers through mine. My home is among those at the edge of the village boundaries, so it isn't long before we are in the wild. We take the rough terrain at a steady jog.

Everything in the wild is dangerous, including the ground, which is composed of broken-up rocks teetering against one another. It's difficult to find even footing. Any step could result in a twisted ankle, and rockslides are frequent. Though a more traversable road wends through the wild, we can't risk taking it, else we might be seen by the adults tasked with delivering the meat to the god.

We have to give the inna trees a wide berth. Their branches grow to a couple feet in length and naturally sharpen into deadly points that can pierce through our armor if we aren't careful.

As we walk, a lonely valder blurs across our path. As soon as I blink, it's already moved on. The valder are our main source of meat, but they run so fast, they're easy to miss. Our hunters are trained to be quick with their throwing hatchets — the only weapons that can be thrown fast enough and hard enough to catch them. I'm shocked to find one so close to the village. It's as if it knows it's not in danger now that all the meat has already been collected for the Payment.

As we veer around another tree, a distant cackle carries to us on the wind.

That'll be the ziken.

They're the reason we need to train the best warriors. With their paralyzing venom and ability to regenerate lost limbs, the ziken are formidable foes. The beasts love nothing more than the taste of human flesh, and they know exactly where to get it. That's why we always have warriors scouting the perimeter of the village.

As soon as Torrin and I pass our trial tomorrow, we will join the ranks of warriors and be charged with the village's safety. Our lives will be consumed with killing the beasts.

I wonder if any will come out to play tonight.

* * *

TORRIN AND I STAND in the shadows of the trees, waiting for the god to appear.

In the clearing ahead of us, seven wagons wait in a line, heaped with various goods: precious stones and gems, fine clothing sewn with metallic hems, preserved fruits and pickled vegetables, flasks of fresh water from the Sparkling Well, herbs and medicines, fresh and dried meat — and in the final wagon ... I cannot bear to look at that last wagon.

"What do you suppose the god looks like?" I whisper.

"They say he never shows his face," Torrin whispers back.

"Maybe he doesn't have a face."

"Maybe his nose is embarrassingly large, and he doesn't want anyone to know."

My lips twitch, but I cannot manage a smile with the threat of danger surrounding us.

The light of the full moon makes it easy to spot my father standing next to our wagon. The nocerotis are harnessed to the front. They are restless, sensing the tension of all the men waiting. My father reaches out a hand, patting the rough hide of one of the beasts.

I wonder if the god isn't watching them, relishing their discomfort. In making them wait.

"You don't think he knows we're hiding out here?" I ask.

"Your father?"

I shake my head. "The god."

(Continues…)


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Table of Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
Epigraph,
Part 1. The Trial,
Part 2. The Wild,
Part 3. The Mattugrs,
Part 4. The God,
Acknowledgments,
About the Author,
Copyright,

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Warrior of the Wild 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
Kibbyra More than 1 year ago
Actual rating 1.5 stars. This book did not work for me. All the hype and promotion I've read about it says this is a feminist book with a fierce female main character. I think maybe we read different books? Because there was nothing fierce about Rasmira IMO. She was the equivalent of a rich white girl who excels at a school sport and receives nothing but praise because her parents are donors to her private school. And I'm sorry, but there is nothing fierce and warrior like about obsessing over kissing a boy ON PAGE 2 of your story! Warrior women can want romance too, but the way Rasmira is written makes her sound whiny and childish (I believe she is supposed to be 18 in this but she sounds like a 12 year old). The world building is pretty weak and the side characters are wooden. The villain of the story was just okay, though I did enjoy certain revelations about him. And then there is "The Wild". As stated in the synopsis, Rasmira is banished to the wild and it's made to sound like some hellish landscape. But it's just a forest. Yes, there are monsters but they only seem to come out when its convenient to the plot. At the end of the day, a pretty disappointing read for me. This book was sent to me by the publisher per my request. I chose to review it on my own and all views and opinions expressed are my own and are not influenced.
Devinkye00 More than 1 year ago
Okay so, Tricia Levenseller is one of my autobuy authors, I've read all of her books out so far and I've already pre-ordered her next book, THE SHADOWS BETWEEN US out in February of 2020! She's just the most down to earth and humble author I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and her books are always so fun and full of just all around female bad-assery. Plus. I've met her twice, and tweet at her often and she always remembers who I am. Literally when I become a famous author we're gonna be best friends. Haha! Warrior of the Wild is no exception to that, and I absolutely loved the concept for this Viking-inspired YA stand alone. I was slightly nervous how reading this would go since before picking this up I had just finished reading another Viking YA (Sky in the Deep) and was afraid I was going to be Viking-ed out. Luckily, I ended up loving this novel more than anticipated and for all the best reasons! Not only was Rasmira a total bad ass, but there was also some LGBT representation which was done so well and IT WASN'T A BIG DEAL TO THE CHARACTERS. The books the often most impress me with LGBT rep are the ones where it's totally normal and not a big deal to have gay, lesbian, trans, characters etc. I just loved how tastefully it was done in this book. The story was interesting from beginning to end and I loved how each of the characters developed and showed their own vulnerability. The concept that people could be outcast from their villages and have to complete these crazy tasks that are near impossible in order to come back is so interesting to me and had Tricia not been on my autobuy list, would have enticed me to pick up this book anyway. I would definitely recommend anyone who loves bad-ass women, enthralling plot, and a viking-esque setting, this book is definitely for you. An easy, fun read from beginning to end. Happy reading!
AvidReaderREE More than 1 year ago
Wow. Another epic and fantastic novel by the wildly talented Tricia Levenseller!! This was such a cool novel with some serious girl power and just building personal fortitude and strength. I also super appreciate the dynamics of supporting the idea of teams make everything stronger. This is an amazing novel that is like a combination of Vikings and like a sci fi story with all these mythologies that these tribes have grown up with coming true, but they are not what they truly seem. This was an amazing, absolutely fantastic novel and I loved it so damn much!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Warrior of the Wild is a fascinating and fun book to read! When I was reading it, I couldn't keep my eyes off the pages, and when I did, all I thought about was the book! Rasmira is a stubborn but strongwilled character. Reading this book makes me, as a girl, feel strong about myself and help me understand that being a tomboy is ok! I was made fun of a lot but reading this book made me put that frustration and sadness in the past. I will recommend any girl or even boy to read Warrior of the Wild. If you choose to read it, get ready to dive into an amazing story with adventure and love. Also, be ready to not put the amazing book down! Have fun, while reading and imagine you were Ramira it makes the story far better!
Aditi-ATWAMB More than 1 year ago
If you knew me last year, you would know that I was OBSESSED with Tricia Levenseller’s debut duology – Daughter of the Pirate Kingand Daughter of the Siren Queen. They were FUN, fast-paced, FEMINIST pirate stories with a hate-to-love romance and GOOD CHEMISTRY AND CHARACTER TURMOIL AND DEVELOPMENT. What else can you ask for in a book? So, despite Warrior of the Wild not sounding AS interesting as the duology, I wanted to give it a try because I LOVE Tricia Levenseller’s writing. I’m pleased to report that Warrior of the Wild SURPRISED ME. In just a few chapters, I fell in love with Rasmira’s strength and stubbornness, her will to survive and her skill. MY THOUGHTS: 1. THIS COVER COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER. I know it tried to capture the wildness of the ‘wild,’ but it just looks… unappealing. I really hope that they change the cover during the paperback release because it would REALLY compel more people to pick it up. 2. I LOVED RASMIRA AND SOREN AND IRIC. I REALLY LIKED their friendship that developed in the wild, their home, how Rasmira came into her own as a leader after she was banished and I LOVED THE ENDING AND THE CHANGE IN THEIR WAY OF LIFE. 3. I also liked how the three helped each other, fought and forgave so that they could each complete their tasks to be accepted in the village. I LOVED that an LGBTQIA romance was considered normal in Viking times because YES. THIS SHOULD BE NORMALIZED MORE AND MORE. 4. Despite the fact that the book was set in Viking times, it occasionally lapsed and had modern words surfacing from within. I think there was ‘soap’ (which, honestly, could not have existed then but PLEASE correct me if I’m wrong) and other words I can’t remember, but it annoyed me slightly. 5. I think my favourite part of the book (and I added a whole extra star just for this) is how Rasmira tacked the definition of what it meant to be ‘female’ and ‘warrior’ that society/ her village/ her parents thrust upon her. Why couldn’t a warrior want to look pretty? Why couldn’t a warrior cry? It was done in a simple manner, but Tricia Levenseller did it well, and I LOVED IT. Would I recommend this book? YES! Please don’t be taken aback by the cover because this book is SO WORTH THE READ. 4 stars.
Jdp15 More than 1 year ago
You should read this book!! It is so good! I think it's better than a lot of the very popular ya books. I have read all three of Tricia Levenseller's books and all three get 5 stars from me. I tell everyone to read them! Her books are now an auto buy for me.
Pens-and-Parchment More than 1 year ago
Wow I did not expect to love this book so much! As a huge fan of Sky in the Deep, I was worried that another Viking fantasy wouldn't be able to live up to expectations, but Warrior of the Wild is entirely different and absolutely sucked me in from page one! Rasmira is such a relatable but fierce character, she totally felt like somebody I'd be friends with. Her relationships with her family are heartbreaking but nicely developed, and I loved how they play a central role in Rasmira's character. The fight scenes in this book are super cool too (I always love some good ax-throwing lol), and if you're somebody who loves magical creatures (think alligator serpents, mega birds, and lizard demons) this will be a particularly fun read! But the thing that absolutely stole my heart with this book is Rasmira's friendships with Iric and Soren, two boys she meets in the wild and becomes, well, "friends" isn't quite the right word, but there's certainly a lot of banter, a lot of near-death experiences, and a lot of love. Speaking of love, the romance actually shredded my heart in two and I have officially found a new book boyfriend. Overall, if you want a book that's a little bit sad, a little bit funny, and a whole lot of adventurous, you definitely need to pick up a copy!
taramichelle More than 1 year ago
I recently listened to Warrior of the Wild on audiobook and it was so much fun to read! I also wish that I could give it to teenage me because there’s so many positive messages (from self-Discovery, to courage, to relationships) I loved the characters and I am 1000% on board with the romance. Levensellar did a great job portraying a healthy romance and I loved the slow-burn. Plus this is one heck of an adventure story. I don’t want to spoil anything so I’m just going to say that I loved the quest aspect and how each character had to overcome their fears. I wanted to cheer a bit at the ending, it was perfect. Anyway, if you’re in the mood for a YA fantasy, definitely consider checking this one out! Plus the audiobook narrator was fantastic. *Disclaimer: I received this book for free from the publisher. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Caroldaz More than 1 year ago
It was such a treat to read a stand alone story, with a final ending. Rasmira is the daughter of the village chief, a warrior and is in line to be the next ruler. She reaches the age of 18 when all of that age have to pass a trial. But she fails her test because of sabotage and is banished to the wild. Her task, if she is to return to the village Is to kill the god Peruxolo, to whom they pay tribute once a year. Peruxolo demands food, gems and girls once a year. It seems her task is impossible and in reality she has been banished to die in the wild. Rasmira meets two boys in the wild who have also been banished from another village. I will say no more because it would spoil the story. I loved how the characters grew and matured. I also loved the romance and the strength of the friendships.
marongm8 More than 1 year ago
Our readers are familiar with Tricia Levenseller and her book Daughter of the Pirate King and how intense the story was in the book. In Warrior of the Wild this was intense and multiply that by 100. The story was so invigoratingly fascinating that I could not stop reading it to see if Rasmira will win back her honor and her father's heart. As I was reading this, my mind immediately went to Thor. Rasmira resembles Thor a little bit but more intense and female. Young readers of all ages eyes will be glued to the story wanting to see what will happen. That is why we give this book 5 stars.
bayy245 More than 1 year ago
I am absolutely blown away by the fantasy books coming out in 2019. Warrior of the Wild is another fantastic selection I've had the privilege of reading. The world that Rasmira lives in seems to me to be the Maze Runner but Vikings. The creepy and unique monsters of the land will haunt my nightmares, as I'm sure they do Rasmira's. We get to see a lush world and how their rules and traditions shape who they are and the mistakes they make. I loved the struggle Rasmira went through of how to be both a warrior and a woman. She was an extremely strong warrior, but she had a lot to learn. We get to see her learn and grow to be the leader she was meant to be, while also becoming more comfortable in being a woman. She's a strong female character that learns and grows from their flaws, which YA needs to see more of. I love the trend in fantasy of flawed but strong female characters. Role models are not perfect and neither are MCs in a book. It's okay to have things to learn or not be completely confident in yourself. That doesn't make you any less strong of a person. The bantering between her and the boys was everything. They were also stand out characters for me and I loved how we got to see their journeys to be better versions of themselves. We watched them all learn from and support each other, growing to be some sort of a family. The ending of this book had me on the edge of my seat. If you want to be blown away in 2019, make sure you pick up this beauty. *I received a complimentary copy of this book from Feiwel and Friends through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.*