{"product_id":"faebound-isbn-9780593723005","title":"Faebound","description":"\u003cb\u003eNATIONAL BESTSELLER • Two elven sisters become imprisoned in the intoxicating world of the fae, where danger and love lie in wait. \u003ci\u003eFaebound\u003c\/i\u003e is the first book in an enchanting new trilogy from the \u003ci\u003eSunday Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Final Strife\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A romantic fantasy of epic proportions, crackling with magic and passion.”—Samantha Shannon, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Priory of the Orange Tree\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran was born on the battlefield, has lived on the battlefield, and one day, she knows, she’ll die on the battlefield.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As a warrior in the elven army, Yeeran has known nothing but violence her whole life. Her sister, Lettle, is trying to make a living as a diviner, seeking prophecies of a better future.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen a fatal mistake leads to Yeeran’s exile from the Elven Lands, both sisters are forced into the terrifying wilderness beyond their borders. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There they encounter the impossible: the fae court. The fae haven’t been seen for a millennium. But now Yeeran and Lettle are thrust into their seductive world, torn among their loyalties to each other, their elven homeland, and their hearts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eBook One of the Faebound Trilogy\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eDon’t miss any of Saara El-Arifi’s magical Faebound Trilogy:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFAEBOUND • CURSEBOUND \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Ambitious, brutal, seductive, \u003ci\u003eFaebound\u003c\/i\u003e is a masterclass in story-telling, enthralling and entirely unique. I raced through every page.”\u003cb\u003e—Kat Dunn, author of \u003ci\u003eBitterthorn\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The most imaginative take on a steamy faerie court I’ve read in forever, with a cascade of epic twists that will leave readers gasping.”\u003cb\u003e—Laura Steven, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eEvery Exquisite Thing\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e“Faebound\u003c\/i\u003e is a stunning, gripping addition to the romantasy genre . . . It’s the perfect read for fans of magical creatures, sizzling romance, and plot twists that will leave you reeling.”\u003cb\u003e—Lena Jeong, author of \u003ci\u003eAnd Break the Pretty Kings\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eFaebound\u003c\/i\u003e will ensnare you while sweeping you off your feet.”\u003cb\u003e—Cari Thomas, \u003ci\u003eSunday Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThreadneedle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An epic romance that’s brimming with heart . . . You can’t help but fall in love with these characters, and the unique magic system will keep you hooked right from the first page.”\u003cb\u003e—Kate Dylan, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eMindwalker\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Full of magic, intrigue, heart-stopping romance, and the fierce bonds of sisterhood, \u003ci\u003eFaebound\u003c\/i\u003e is an exhilarating ride into a world of dangerous secrets and dazzling possibilities.”\u003cb\u003e—Kate Heartfield, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Embroidered Book\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I can’t get enough of these warrior fae—seductive, dangerous, and sexy as hell! *fans self* A romantic fantasy full of tenderness and vengeance, hope and sacrifice. Enthralling to the last page.”\u003cb\u003e—A. Y. Chao, #1 \u003ci\u003eSunday Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eShanghai Immortal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Epic in scope, and imagination, \u003ci\u003eFaebound\u003c\/i\u003e is a stirring fantastical adventure that celebrates love in a landscape torn apart by war and heartache.”\u003cb\u003e—Ehigbor Okosun, \u003ci\u003eSunday Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Tainted Blood Duology\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eFaebound\u003c\/i\u003e is a devastatingly romantic and breathtaking fantasy. Opulent and sweeping, this book is unforgettable.”\u003cb\u003e—Tasha Suri, award-winning author of \u003ci\u003eThe Jasmine Throne\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Exquisite fantasy, with a complex, mysterious, and sumptuous world of elves, fae, and gloriously compelling romance—so enthralling, it has wrapped its magic around my heart and set it alight.”\u003cb\u003e—Hannah Kaner, internationally bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eGodkiller\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Immersive, inclusive, and impressive—this fantasy takes hold of your heart and refuses to let go.”\u003cb\u003e—Thea Guanzon, \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Hurricane Wars\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eFaebound\u003c\/i\u003e is the book I've been looking for my whole life: full of compulsive twists and turns, framed within a deeply refreshing, innovative, and sweeping world that pulled me in from the first page.”\u003cb\u003e—Ayana Gray, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eBeasts of Prey\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The most exciting story I’ve read in a long time: Dangerous women and beautiful, cutthroat fae—what more could a reader ask for?”\u003cb\u003e—Namina Forna, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Gilded Ones\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Joyously imagined and passionately told—a heartfelt love song to fantasy, and a compelling tale of romance, magic, and connection.”\u003cb\u003e—Catriona Silvey author of \u003ci\u003eMeet Me In Another Life\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This is a romantic fantasy of epic proportions, crackling with magic and passion. Your heart will beat like a drum.”\u003cb\u003e—Samantha Shannon, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Priory of the Orange Tree\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eSaara El-Arifi\u003c\/b\u003e is the internationally bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Final Strife\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Battle Drum\u003c\/i\u003e, the first two installments of The Ending Fire Trilogy inspired by her Ghanaian and Sudanese heritage. She has lived in many countries, had many jobs, and owned many more cats. After a decade of working in marketing and communications, she returned to academia to complete a master’s degree in African studies alongside her writing career. El-Arifi knew she was a storyteller from the moment she told her first lie. Over the years, she has perfected her tall tales into epic ones. She currently resides in London as a full-time procrastinator.\u003cb\u003eChapter One\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran  Yeeran was born on the battlefield, lived on the battlefield, and one day, she knew, she’d die on the battlefield. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer first breaths were tinged with the smoke and ash of her mother’s dying enemies. And when Yeeran screamed, she joined the rallying cry of her tribe as they rode into battle. Soldiers giving birth on the front line wasn’t uncommon. If you could hold a drum, you could fight. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eAnd yet we still don’t have enough soldiers. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran let out a heavy sigh as she surveyed the war map in front of her. Each valley and hill had been etched into the slab of oak by skilled cartographers. An expensive piece of craftmanship to have in a bedchamber, but Yeeran’s lover had never been called frugal. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe moonlight cast a shard of silver over the centre of the table where the four districts of the Elven Lands converged on the Bleeding Field, the front line of battle. She ran her gaze over the four quadrants of the map: Waxing, Crescent, Eclipse and finally her own elven tribe, Waning. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer hand curled around the edge of the table, her nails making fi ne dents in the grain of the wood as she scrutinised the battlefield formations. White tokens tracked the locations of troops under her army’s direction. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran’s eyes homed in on one regiment that lay in wait by the eastern tower of the garrison. Hers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Yeery,’ the nickname was breathed into the silence. Salawa’s quiet steps had brought her to Yeeran’s side. ‘Come back to bed.’ Her breath was hot as she brushed her lips against the shaved sides of Yeeran’s head towards the pointed tips of her ears. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran’s hand slid up Salawa’s back and tangled her fingers in the edges of the woman’s braids. They hung heavy against her naked skin, weighed down with beads and gemstones. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘I can’t sleep.’ \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSalawa didn’t respond for a time. Yeeran liked that about her lover, that each second was considered, every thought knitted together, before she spoke. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Twenty years you have waited to be promoted to colonel. Few thought you’d do it before your thirty-fifth birthday, yet here you are, the youngest colonel the Waning Army has ever had—’ \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Not until tomorrow.’ \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSalawa inhaled sharply. She didn’t like to be interrupted. Yeeran’s hand slipped up from Salawa’s clavicle until it rested against her cheek. It was only then that Salawa softened enough to continue. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Sleep will not take this moment away from you. Your new regiment will be there in the morning.’ \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSalawa looked to the window where the city of Gural pulsed as the heartbeat of the Waning district. Yeeran followed the direction of her gaze. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChimneys thrust up from domed roofs puffing smoke into the star-speckled sky. Yeeran knew that the taverns would be teeming with soldiers made merry by spiced rum. For the bakeries it wasn’t late night, it was early morning, and the aroma of their ovens seasoned the light wind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yeeran watched the tenderness in Salawa’s face harden as she looked further, towards the Bleeding Field. Battle fire lit her green irises hazel and Yeeran felt herself burning from the flame reflected there. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘I got you something, to celebrate your new title,’ Salawa said quietly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran’s hand dropped from Salawa’s cheek. Her lover’s gifts were always ostentatious and gaudy. Yeeran didn’t wear jewellery or care for fine dresses. Neither helped her in combat. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe only thing she did keep on her was a small gold ring sewn into the lining of her uniform. It had no sentimental value for her, but she knew that, should she fall in battle, the ring would be rightfully claimed by the young children who made a living scavenging from the corpses of the army. With that ring, the children would be able to feed themselves for a year. Yeeran had spent many years of her childhood hoping to find such a boon. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘I think you’ll really like this gift,’ Salawa said as she padded away to retrieve something from under her four-poster bed. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran gave her a tentative smile and Salawa laughed knowingly as she withdrew a large circular object wrapped in a leather sling. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt took Yeeran less than three steps to cross the room. She lifted the gift from Salawa’s outstretched hands and peeled back the grain of the leather to find the present within. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe drum was exquisitely crafted. The outer shell hewn in mahogany, making the barrel shine a deep crimson like fresh blood. The casing and hoop were gold and studded with sapphires. Beading threaded down the bowl of the drum, more for decoration than for sound. But the most beautiful thing by far was the black drumskin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ‘From an obeah elder?’ Yeeran murmured, her hand running over the stretched leather. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eObeah were the only creatures imbued with magic in the realm. The animals had once been as common as deer, roaming in packs across the Elven Lands. Yeeran’s sight went inwards as she imagined the creatures thundering through the forest, their white horns slicing through the foliage, their feline forms slipping past trees with the ease of ink on paper. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut now the ink had all but dried up, as they had been hunted to near extinction for their magic. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eMagic for weapons like these.\u003c\/i\u003e Yeeran’s fingers prickled where they rested on the drumskin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSalawa grinned and clasped her hands under her chin. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Yes, this was made from one of the oldest obeah our hunters have ever caught.’ \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs an obeah aged its skin colour deepened, making the creature’s magic more potent, and its skin even more coveted for crafting powerful objects. Unfortunately, elder obeah were also more intelligent, so hunting them was near impossible. Salawa’s gift was something rare and precious. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran could feel the magic emanating from the skin. She tapped her fi ngers across it and directed the vibrations of the drumbeat with purpose, knitting them together in her mind to form a small projectile. It was like weaponising sound. The invisible force struck a white token in the centre of the map ten feet away. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe’d always been good at drumfi re. Having a clear intention was the key, but the clarity of the note and strength of magic in the obeah elder skin made her skills unmatchable. If her enemies had thought she was dangerous before, they would soon see how deadly she could be. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSalawa clapped. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Now the greatest colonel of the Waning Army has the greatest weapon.’ \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran carefully sheathed the drum back in its case and went to Salawa. She folded her into her arms and rested her chin against her hair. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Thank you, I will treasure this gift for the rest of my life.’ \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Now can we go back to sleep? Tomorrow will come soon enough,’ Salawa murmured. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran released a breath of assent and let herself be led back towards Salawa’s bed. She slipped beneath the silk sheets, and Salawa moulded herself into the contours of Yeeran’s body. She lay her head on the soft skin between Yeeran’s shoulder and breast and let out a contented sigh. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSalawa’s breathing elongated as she fell into a deep slumber. Yeeran watched as the fraedia beads in her hair began to softly gleam with the oncoming dawn. The crystal had the same properties as the sun and could be used to grow crops or warm homes in winter. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe reached out and gently moved one of the beads away from Salawa’s face, lest the brightness wake her. She cradled the gemstone for a second, marvelling at its warmth. This small deposit could help grow a plant for its entire lifecycle. Could help feed a family. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe let the bead fall. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eIf only we had more of it. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor fraedia was the currency of the war. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBeneath the bloodied soil of the Bleeding Field were untapped mines of the valuable crystal. And where there is value, there is power, and where there is power, violence will always brew. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo, the Forever War came to be. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeeran found herself wondering how many soldiers had died for this small yield of fraedia in Salawa’s hair. It cast her black skin, darker than Yeeran’s soft umber complexion, in a warm saff ron glow. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThough all elves looked diff erent, the only diff erence that mattered was which tribe had your allegiance. And Yeeran was Waning, and Waning was Yeeran. There was no separating her from her tribe. To lead was to be one and the same. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSalawa had shown her that. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eSun sins, she is beautiful.\u003c\/i\u003e Beautiful in dreams and fi erce in waking. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSleep didn’t come for Yeeran, but nor did she seek it. 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