{"product_id":"a-forgery-of-fate-isbn-9780593650615","title":"A Forgery of Fate","description":"\u003cb\u003e#1 \u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BESTSELLER • A breathtaking romantic fantasy inspired by \u003ci\u003eBeauty and the Beast\u003c\/i\u003e about a girl who paints the future and a cursed dragon lord, bound by love and deception in a plot to bring down the gods.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFrom the\u003ci\u003e New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eSix Crimson Cranes\u003c\/i\u003e!\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Everything I love in a story—danger, complex characters, romance, betrayal and gorgeous writing.” —Mary E. Pearson,\u003ci\u003e New York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of\u003ci\u003e Dance of Thieves\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTruyan Saigas didn't choose to become a con artist, but after her father is lost at sea, it’s up to her to support her mother and two younger sisters. A gifted art forger, Tru has the unique ability to paint the future, but even such magic is not enough to put her family back together again, or stave off the gangsters demanding payment in blood for her mother’s gambling debts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLeft with few options, Tru agrees to a marriage contract with a mysterious dragon lord. He offers a fresh start for her mother and sisters and elusive answers about her father's disappearance, but in exchange, she must join him in his desolate undersea palace. And she must assist him in a plot to infiltrate the tyrannical Dragon King's inner circle, painting a future so treasonous, it could upend both the mortal and immortal realms. . . .★ \"In beguiling prose, \u003cb\u003eLim skillfully blends elements of classic fairy tales\u003c\/b\u003e....and inject heart-pounding action into this lush romantasy epic.\" —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ \"This\u003cb\u003e emotional, thoughtful\u003c\/b\u003e story about love and found family is perfect for romantasy fans.\" —\u003ci\u003eBooklist, \u003c\/i\u003estarred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An \u003cb\u003eadventurous and romantic\u003c\/b\u003e addition to the genre.\" —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Hand to readers who like the ache of \u003cb\u003eslow-burn romance \u003c\/b\u003eand the whimsy of fairy tales.\" —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An alluring and captivating story\u003c\/b\u003e, filled with mythical creatures, lyrical prose and vibrant characters.”—Isabel Ibañez, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eWhat the River Knows\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eDevastatingly romantic, with heart-stopping action and twists\u003c\/b\u003e that kept me turning the pages.”—Axie Oh, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of T\u003ci\u003ehe Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eEverything I love in a story\u003c\/b\u003e—danger, complex characters, romance, betrayal and gorgeous writing.” —Mary E. Pearson,\u003ci\u003e New York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of\u003ci\u003e Dance of Thieves\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eA tale that grabs your heart and won’t let you go. \u003c\/b\u003eFull of dangerous magic, endearing characters, and imaginative storytelling reminiscent of \u003ci\u003eBeauty and the Beast\u003c\/i\u003e.” — Brigid Kemmerer, NYT bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eDefy the Night\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“\u003cb\u003eExquisitely written and masterfully plotted, \u003ci\u003eA Forgery of Fate \u003c\/i\u003eis stunning in every way.\u003c\/b\u003e I loved every page of the riveting tension-filled romance, magical adventure, and incredible characters, all woven together by Elizabeth Lim's remarkable storytelling.” —Sue Lynn Tan, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of\u003ci\u003e Daughter of the Moon Goddess\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eElizabeth Lim’s worlds are so vivid and immersive \u003c\/b\u003ethat I’m convinced she must use her very own magic paintbrush.” —Lynette Noni, international bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Prison Healer\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A captivating retelling of \u003ci\u003eBeauty and the Beast\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003ebrimming with heart-pounding adventure and enchanting romance that will leave you breathless\u003c\/b\u003e.” —June Hur, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eA Crane Among Wolves \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eOnce again Lim works her inimitable magic\u003c\/b\u003e in taking a beloved fairy tale and making it not only her own, but genuinely original.” —Liz Braswell, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eAs Old As Time\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eELIZABETH LIM\u003c\/b\u003e grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area, where she was raised on a hearty diet of fairy tales, myths, and songs. Before becoming an author, Elizabeth was a professional film and video game composer, and she still tends to come up with her best book ideas when writing near a piano. An alumna of Harvard College and the Juilliard School, she now lives in New York with her husband and her daughters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElizabeth's bestselling novels include \u003ci\u003eSix Crimson Cranes, The Dragon's Promise, Her Radiant Curse, Spin the Dawn, \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e Unravel the Dusk.\u003c\/i\u003e She is also a contributor to Disney's A Twisted Tale series.Chapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mama used to fancy herself the best fortune teller in Gangsun—­that is, until Baba disappeared at sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her talent was in reading faces. She could divine someone’s lifespan from the texture of their hair, whether they’d be faithful lovers from the way their mouth slanted. Too often she’d go up to strangers and pinch their earlobes, for that was her way of gauging how prosperous they’d become. Mama loved nothing more than money.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With such a gift, you’d think that Mama would’ve married the richest merchant she could find. Certainly not Baba—­ a middling trader with blue hair, grand dreams, and nine coppers to his name. But no matter how my sisters and I begged, neither would ever tell the story. All Mama would say, with a sniff, was “Foreign faces are harder to read. Had I known your father would chase adventure over riches—­”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “She’d still have picked me,” Baba finished for her one lazy Sunday morning. His eyes twinkled. “Your mother knew from the start what I was.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A pirate,” Mama muttered. “A thief.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “An \u003ci\u003eadventurer,\u003c\/i\u003e” I said at the same time as Baba. With a grin, he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “And once, in another life, your mama was one too.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I stared at him, convinced that he was telling tales. I couldn’t imagine my prim mama with her hair down, let alone chasing after bandits or swilling rice wine with sailors.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She saw my skepticism and waved it away. “Those were desperate times. Before I had my three girls.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I longed to know more, but Baba and Mama exchanged a look that drew the shutters over their past.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mama picked me up and set me on her lap, her voice softening. “Thankfully, your fate will be different, Tru.” She touched the mole by the right corner of my mouth. “This means you’ll never go hungry, and you’ll have a gift for making coin.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Will she have a gift for saving it too?” Baba teased. He eyed the silk shawl draped around Mama’s shoulders and the new bangles at her wrists. “Because her mother certainly doesn’t.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mama glared, but her mouth betrayed the smallest of smiles. “Being married to a Balardan makes it harder to earn people’s trust,” she retorted. Her gaze raked over Baba’s hair, which shimmered dark blue under the summer sun. “I need to look presentable in case you scare away all my customers.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Your daughter isn’t a customer. She didn’t ask for her fortune to be read.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t mind,” I said quickly. “I like it when Mama reads me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Back then, it was the truth. I was young and gullible, and no one believed in Mama’s abilities more than I did.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Baba clicked his tongue. When Mama was out of earshot, he leaned down until we were eye to eye and said, “No one can see the future, Tru. Not even your mother.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “But she says—­”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Mama likes to . . . pretend,” said Baba in his lowest voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I frowned. “I don’t understand.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “You remember that old story about the fish and the dragon?” he asked, instead of explaining. “Fortune finds those who leap, my Tru. Whatever yours is—­riches or love or adventure—­you make it yourself. Nothing is predetermined. Not by the gods, not by the lines on your palm or the creases on your brow.” He counted my worry lines with his fingers. “Or else these lines mean you’ll have seventeen children.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That made me giggle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “See? It’s nonsense.” Baba tousled my hair. Then—­as if by magic—­he drew out a wooden ship from behind my ­collar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Oh,” I breathed as Baba dropped the ship onto my palm. It was as small as a teacup and still in a rough state, but the smoothly sanded sails and the outline of a magnificent phoenix along the bow gave me glimpses of its potential. “It’s going to be your finest yet.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I think so too,” Baba agreed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Art and the sea, those were what my father loved most, after his family. When he was away, he carved us trinkets of marvels he’d encountered on his travels: monkeys and tigers, shadow puppeteers, bridges cast like crescent moons—­my younger sisters and I had an entire collection under our bed. This was the first time he’d shown me something that he was still working on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “When it’s finished, I want you to paint it for me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My eyes went wide. “Me?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Yes. Falina says you steal into my cupboard when I’m not here. The one with all my paints and brushes.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eDemon turds,\u003c\/i\u003e of course she’d given me away. I grumbled to myself, wishing my younger sister had never been born.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I wanted to deny the stealing, but we had a rule in our household, and that was never to lie to family. “I only did it once,” I admitted. “Maybe twice.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Why?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I was curious. I saw a painting of the Twin River Mountains inside Aunt Lili’s bakery, and they looked like two pears next to each other. She said she bought it for thirty jens.” I waved my arms. “Thirty jens! I wanted to tell her I could draw them better, for twenty.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Could you?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The corners of my mouth twitched into a smile. My pride would be the end of me. “Yes.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A hearty laugh rumbled out of Baba’s throat. “That’s just what I wanted to hear. Balardans have art in their souls, Tru. I was hoping one of my girls might paint.” He unrolled the leather case he kept on his belt, and his fingers danced across a set of carving knives before they landed on a slender paintbrush. “Here, to get you started.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I held the brush between two fingers, surprised by its lightness. It was white and pointed, like the tip of a horse’s tail, and the handle was made out of bamboo. I’d seen a dozen like it in the marketplace, but that Baba had bought it for me made it the most special in the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The hair’s made out of weasel,” Baba said, looking a little sheepish. “Not very elegant, still it makes for the sharpest lines. You’ll need that in a magic paintbrush.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A magic paintbrush?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A game I played when I was a boy. I’d paint anything I could dream up: flying sailboats, birds that could tell stories, and lanterns that never went out.” He leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially, “Then I’d say, ‘Magic paintbrush,’ and they’d all come to life.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Truly?” I breathed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Well, not truly,” Baba confessed. “It’s a game of imagination. A game where the only rules and limits come from here.” He tapped my forehead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I exhaled with wonder. “Then how do you know who wins?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The best games have no winners or losers.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I pictured playing with my sisters. All Fal would wish for were dresses and jewels, and Nomi—­my thoughts turned tender—­she’d want a mountain of books. My youngest sister was a genius; at four years old, she could already read better than Fal and me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Use the brush to paint what’s real, or paint what isn’t,” said Baba. “So long as painting it makes you happy, that is the best practice.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My heart swelled. “Thank you, Baba.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “My paints are yours now.” He brought the wooden ship forward. “Think about which colors you’ll use on it. One day, if fortune permits, it’ll be a real ship that we’ll sail together.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “If fortune permits?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “We make our own fortune, remember?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He laughed. “Indeed, Tru. So we will.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In the weeks that followed, “magic paintbrush” quickly became my favorite game. Every afternoon, my sisters and I played while Mama read foreheads and destinies in the kitchen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nomi adored our games. Fal did too, though she’d never admit it. She’d hover over my shoulder as I brought to life the talking fish and singing trees from Nomi’s stories, casting a critical eye on every stroke. Then at night, we’d squabble over the ship I’d paint for Baba. Fal wanted it to be pink, Nomi purple. In my dreams, it was always blue—­like the endless sky over the sea—­with phoenix wings that were powered by starlight. As soon as I grew up, I’d sail it with Baba and take on the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Little did I know, fortune had other ideas for me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It started with my hair. Soon after my tenth birthday, it changed color overnight. “Bandit blue,” my mother hissed when she saw. A damning sight anywhere in the city—­I might as well have been born with three heads and an extra pair of arms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mama was devastated. She sought potions to turn my hair black again, but magic was expensive and hard to come by, so instead she’d make all manner of concoctions for me to drink.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nothing worked. No tonic, no dye, not even a hat could fully hide the electrifying blue of my hair, and cutting it only made it grow back faster. Secretly, I loved it. Unlike Falina, who’d inherited both Mama’s and Baba’s best features, I wasn’t worth looking at twice except for my hair. The whispers it got aggrieved Fal, who wished she didn’t have anything to do with me. Naturally, that only made me love it more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By the time I was thirteen, its color was so bold Baba joked that if he could make it into a dye, we’d be rich enough to buy a house on Oyang Street, where only the wealthiest merchants owned manors.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “How can you jest about a thing like this?” lamented Mama. “Her marriage prospects are ruined.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Wonderful,” said Baba. “She can come sailing with me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mama stared at him, aghast. “Maybe in Balar, you barbarians would make an adventurer out of a girl, but here—­”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Here in Gangsun, a woman can’t run a business without her husband’s permission,” Baba cut in. “She can’t even own her home. Things will be different for my girls.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Yes, they will marry rich,” said Mama, who always had to have the last word.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They didn’t talk about my hair again because, a few days later, Baba announced that he was going away. He had accepted an urgent voyage that would take him halfway across the world. More than that, he couldn’t tell us. But we were used to his secret assignments.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Will you sail across the Taijin Sea?” Nomi queried while Baba folded his warmest coats into his traveling chest. She had half a fried cruller—­leftover from breakfast—­in one hand and chomped on it while she spoke. “I hear there’s dragons there. If you see one, will you make friends with it? Promise, Baba. I’d love nothing more than to know a dragon in my lifetime.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Baba chuckled. “I’ve sailed the Taijin thirteen times, Nomi, and never once have I come across a dragon. 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