Trickster's Queen (Aliane)
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Aly’s adventure continues. . . . No longer a slave, Alanna’s daughter is now spying as part of an underground rebellion against the colonial rulers of the Copper Isles. The people in the rebellion believe that a prophecy in which a new queen will rise up to take the throne is about to be realized. Aly is busy keeping the potential teenage queen and her younger siblings safe, while also keeping her in the dark about her future. But Aly, who is usually adept at anticipating danger and changes, is in for a few nasty surprises.
New York Times and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Tamora Pierce captured the imagination of readers 20 years ago with Alanna: The First Adventure. As of August 2003, she has written 21 books including three completed quartets: The Song of the Lioness, The Immortals, and The Protector of the Small, set in the fantasy realm of Tortall. She has also written the Circle of Magic and The Circle Opens quartets. The author lives in New York, NY.
From the Hardcover edition.
the first lessons she had learned was Never interrupt the mage. She was about to try it anyway when the old woman straightened and jammed the disk back under her jacket. “I see nothing,” Ochobu snapped. “Nothing. My vision of the sea is blocked, and by the magic of luarin mages.” “How can you know that?” demanded Aly. “Magic is magic. It's not luarin or Carthaki or anything.” “In the Isles it is,” Ochobu replied wearily as she sat. “Luarin magic hurt us the most during the Conquest. Raka mages
galley captains were sure that everything was as it seemed. At last the sailors roped the newcomer to their own vessels and returned to them. The galleys towed the ship straight to the place where the Rittevon was supposed to dock. Aly heard footsteps and turned. Here came the court, looking properly worried. The mothers of the other three boys gathered around Winnamine, helping her to stand or drawing strength from her, it was hard to say. Princess Imajane and Prince Rubinyan stepped up to be
tolerance of major author flake-outs; my agent, Craig Tenney, he of the watchful eye and the sound advice; Peter Glassman at Books of Wonder for shoring up my faltering courage; and the excellent Christina Schulman and the National Aviary for crowned pigeons and tropical woods mood enhancement. I bow also to the Law & Order franchise, World Wrestling Entertainment, National Geographic's photographs of people around the world, and photographer Joyce Tenneson's Wise Women collection in thanks for
small-boned. She had the self-contained air of someone much older. She had a catlike face and observant black eyes. Like Sarai, her skin was creamy gold, her hair black, and her lips full. She also wore a black gown and veil in mourning for the father who had been killed six months before. Aly knew exactly what had happened to the dead, because she had created a plan for anyone executed and displayed here. The absence of dead Examples was her declaration, as the rebellion's spymaster, that she
yet to overcome her loyalty to the Obemaeks. “You are brave, to take such risks,” Aly told Vitorcine kindly, signaling Ysul to free the maid. “A chair, I think.” Ulasim brought it over and helped the frightened woman to sit. “Would you like tea?” Aly asked. “Something stronger?” Vitorcine shook her head. From the sudden grim twist in her mouth, she knew as well as Aly that it was very bad for spies to take spirits. “I believe we may help each other,” Aly continued. This young woman required a