Now Crows roam the land, belittled and scorned by everyone. While all the other castes – things like Sparrow, Hawk, and Peacock – have special gifts known as Birthrights handed down to them by the thousand dead gods who made them, the Crow gods didn’t see fit to leave anything to their creations. Sixteen-year-old Fie is a Crow, the lowest caste in Sabor. I feel like I’ve said that about quite a few books lately, and I want to assure you all that I am a harsh critic! But I loved the characters in this novel, and – surprisingly for a fantasy novel – I thought the world was pretty great, too. But what happens when Tavin begins to want something to call his own?ĪRC received in exchange for an honest review – thank you! Hawk warrior Tavin has always put Jas’s life before his, magically assuming the prince’s appearance and shadowing his every step. But he offers a wager that she can’t refuse: protect him from a ruthless queen, and he’ll protect the Crows when he reigns. When Crown Prince Jasimir turns out to have faked his death, Fie’s ready to cut her losses-and perhaps his throat. Her Crow caste of undertakers and mercy-killers takes more abuse than coin, but when they’re called to collect royal dead, she’s hoping they’ll find the payout of a lifetime. Fie abides by one rule: look after your own.
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