Book : Wolfcry (the Kieshara) - Atwater-Rhodes, Amelia

-Titulo Original : Wolfcry (The Kieshara)

-Fabricante :

Delacorte Press

-Descripcion Original:

Oliza Shardae Cobriana is heir to Wyverns Court, home of the avians and serpiente, whose war with each other ended just before Oliza was born. But hatred is slow to die, and not everyone likes the expressive way in which Urban, a serpiente dancer, is courting Oliza--especially not Marus, her reserved avian suitor. And when Urban is found beaten in avian land, Oliza is filled with despair. How can she be expected to lead a unified society if her people still cannot live peacefully together? Before Oliza can try to mend the rift in Wyverns Court, she is kidnapped by mercenaries, who take her deep into wolves territory. As Wyvern princess, all Oliza has ever wanted is to see a future where she can find love and take a mate without inciting another war. The time is now. She owes it to her people--and to herself. Review “A tale of the spirit and love that this ruling class has for its subjects.” -School Library Journal “The most suspenseful book in The Kiesha’ra series. A fast-paced fantasy, full of adventure, mystery, and magic.”-VOYA“A compelling story.”-KLIATT About the Author Amelia Atwater-Rhodes wrote her first novel, In the Forests of the Night, when she was thirteen-years-old. She has since published Demon in My View, Shattered Mirror, Midnight Predator, all ALA Quick Picks for Young Adults, Hawksong, a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year and VOYA Best Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror List Selection; Snakecharm; and Falcondance. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. CHAPTER 1 The northern hills of Wyverns Court were filled with the trills of tiny bells, the lilting words of storytellers and the songs of choruses. Enraptured children sat in front of me, waiting for me to begin the story of the first avian queen. Blatantly out of place among them was a friend of mine, a serpiente dancer named Urban, who was lounging near the back, managing to look bored and nervous at the same time. Many, many years ago, our ancestors were a collection of small tribes, each led by a different captain and each squabbling with its neighbors over food, water and shelter. When drought caused famine, they became afraid and so were more protective of their scarce belongings. In the middle of the worst winter, when early snows had destroyed too many of the crops, a woman named Aleya gave birth to a daughter. She loved her child, but she knew she could never take care of her. So Aleya brought the beautiful golden girl to the mountains and left her there, praying that the wild spirits would care for her. The infant began to cry, and soon a pair bond of hawks landed beside her. They cared for the child as one of their own, teaching her the language of the forest and giving her their most precious gift: the skies. They gave the girl some of their magic and taught her how to change from her human form into that of a golden hawk. I paused there, looking into the wide eyes of my young audience. One of the children had moved closer to Urban and was trying to examine the silk scarf he had tied around his waist--a melos, one of the accessories worn by professional serpiente dancers. Urban glanced at her and she jumped. But there comes a time when every chick must leave its nest, and as she grew older, the hawk-girl began to wonder about her true mother. Finally, when she was thirteen, she returned to her homeland. She found her mother and her younger brother, whom she had never known, but was horrified by the conditions in which they lived, by the fear and anger that seemed ever present among humans. The girl led first her family and then the rest of her mothers tribe into the woods and taught them how to reach the skies. She showed them better ways to hunt, with a hawks vision and talons, and so they became healthy and well fed once again. Later, other tribes joined them, and each took a form from the wilderness--ravens, crows and then sparro