{"product_id":"heavenly-bodies-isbn-9781039012592","title":"Heavenly Bodies","description":"\u003cb\u003eOVER 100,000 COPIES SOLD. AN INSTANT INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eA runaway TikTok sensation, \u003ci\u003eHeavenly Bodies\u003c\/i\u003e is the first book in a dazzling new romantasy series that blends Greek mythology and shadow magic with a tantalizing enemies-to-lovers romance that will rewrite the stars.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You know the most dangerous kind of villain? A woman with nothing left to lose.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn a world ruled by the cruel and merciless Stars, Elara has been cursed by fate. A prophecy promises she will fall for a Star, but that it will kill them both.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo when Ariete, Star of Wrath, War and Chaos, descends to wreak havoc on Elara’s kingdom, she flees her home—the Kingdom of Night—for the neighbouring Helios, Kingdom of Light.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd strides straight into the arms of an enemy prince.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFearing that Ariete might turn his sights to Helios next, Prince Lorenzo is forced to train Elara as a weapon—one worthy of battling against the tyrannical reign of the Stars. But there are shadows even within the Kingdom of Light—and they threaten to reveal the darkness in Lorenzo’s past and the ancient magic that slumbers in Elara’s veins. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd with it all comes an undeniable, star-crossed pull between Elara and Lorenzo that neither can seem to resist...\u003cb\u003ePraise for Imani Erriu and \u003ci\u003eHeavenly Bodies\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Sarah J. Maas fans seeking more of the same will eat this up.\" —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This book will leave you begging for more from this unique world and scorching romance.\" —\u003cb\u003eOlivia Rose Darling\u003c\/b\u003e, author of \u003ci\u003eFear the Flames\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"There are books that lodge themselves into your subconscious and become a part of you. \u003ci\u003eHeavenly Bodies\u003c\/i\u003e has joined this list, irrefutably. This is the best debut novel I’ve ever read.\" —\u003cb\u003eMolly Tullis\u003c\/b\u003e, author of \u003ci\u003eConsort of Darkness\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“A viral sensation.” —\u003cb\u003eGlobal News.ca\u003c\/b\u003eIMANI ERRIU is the author of the romance fantasy series Heavenly Bodies. She is a graduate from the Manchester Metropolitan University where she received a Bachelor's Degree in English Literature and Creative Writing. She spent most of her childhood in the forests of the English countryside, which definitely gifted her an overactive imagination. When she isn't crying over her own fictional characters or daydreaming up her next plot twist, she can be found eating pasta and watching \u003ci\u003eThe Office\u003c\/i\u003e on repeat.\u003cb\u003eCHAPTER ONE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElara Bellereve had been able to walk through dreams for as long as she could remember. Some were Stygian black and jagged nightmares; others were sherbet-painted and cloud-filled, the daydreams of the innocent. Then came the brown, flat dreams of the day-to-day and the incense-perfumed prophetic dreams, those that the seers throughout Celestia dreamed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe had fallen into the dreamscape of a Helion. She knew that much. Yet, as she crept around the red sand dunes of his dreams, something struck her as familiar about them. Had she walked here before? The colours were vivid and bright, the air dry and hot, so unlike the cool and dark dreams she was familiar with. She saw the back of a male figure, strong and lithe as he wielded a golden sword, battling against some- thing. But as she crept closer, she saw shadows surrounding him, attacking him, the figure gasping for help as they slowly began to suffocate him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe woke with a start, her surroundings filtering through the remnants of her dreams. A panicked blink showed her only darkness. A coarse fabric itched her cheek – a sack by the feel of it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe had been running down the cobbles of the Dreamer’s Quarter, dress damp with blood, and then—\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe racked her brain. There’d been the scent of dread- poppies pressed to her nose, arms around her waist and . . . nothing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe swallowed, raising her rope-tied wrists to try and remove the sack, but a sharp yank on them stopped her. She hissed, lowering them and forced herself to sit up as much as she could. She was moving, the \u003ci\u003eclop-clop \u003c\/i\u003eof hooves and hard wooden slats digging into her back suggesting she was in a wagon. ‘If it’s money you want, I can give you money,’ she said, blinking away the fog.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a faint laugh, and a man with a slightly lilting accent spoke. ‘We have enough of that.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Then what?’ Elara asked, forcing her voice steady. ‘Are you in league with the Star?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSilence. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe slumped back, her last memories before the darkness flittering around the edges of her mind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne moment she had been dancing with Lukas at her birthday ball and the next . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRed starlight, blood – so much blood – seeping over marble, and a scream to run.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer breath began to race away from her and she forced herself to drink it back in – once, twice, as she squeezed her eyes shut.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e Into the box, into the box, into the box.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe chanted it until her emotions had been rammed down inside of her, a veneer of calm replacing them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe took stock of her position. It seemed she’d been kidnapped. Fucking kidnapped. Aquaria, the Star of misfortune, must have been laughing over her shoulder.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElara blinked, forcing herself to remain present, to gauge as much as she could of her surroundings. The memories of the last few hours rattled, desperate to be let out, but she gritted her teeth as she ignored them. She couldn’t stay with those memories right now, couldn’t think of home – or she might unravel entirely.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e Think.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow could she escape these people? She checked in with her well of magick. It was awake all right, writhing in the pit of her stomach, ready to be siphoned into her Three.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe didn’t even bother to try and summon the shadows she was born with. If they hadn’t appeared in eighteen years, then they wouldn’t now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd her dreamwalking was useless in this instance, which left her last gift. One she could actually use.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Where are you taking me?’ Elara demanded, in a tone as bold as she could muster. She looked down – light was visible through a tiny sliver at the bottom of the sack covering her head. Shifting herself carefully, slightly increasing the size of the sliver, she could make out her shoes, and a pair of heavy boots to her right, all drenched in Asterian light.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘You’ll see soon enough.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe kept her eye fixed on the soft violet light – the only indication that she was still in Asteria – as she tried to form a plan. All she had to do was wait for the cart to stop, which it inevitably would have to. And as these brigands – whoever they were – attempted to haul her to whichever terrible fate awaited her, she would make her break for freedom. She could do it. She had to. The cart rumbled on, as Elara bided her time, turning over her plan of escape as she softened her body, feigning sleep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHours must have passed from the way the light began to turn indigo, when a voice broke the silence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘I’m hungry.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElara tensed at the different voice, this one with a similar lilting accent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe first voice, the one that had spoken hours ago, replied in a low tone: ‘You can eat when we cross the border. Though if you spent as much time worrying about your king’s orders as you do what you’re going to shove down your gullet, you’d have been promoted by now. It’s your own fault you’re not in the King’s Guard.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a muttered response as Elara picked through the conversation. King? Border?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDread crept up her spine. They were taking her to Helios.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt took every ounce of control within Elara’s body not to struggle then and there, as she realized she was being led into enemy territory. Not just by some bored Asterian thugs, but by Helions. Soldiers, by the sounds of it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe force who had plagued her kingdom with raids and blockades for years. Who had encouraged the rest of the world to shun her people. All thanks to the man at the helm of it all, the one who had waged the War on Darkness against her father, two decades ago. King Idris D’Oro.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘You know, for one of the King’s Guard, you’re not the most adept at espionage,’ she said. ‘Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know . . . guarding your king?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a beat, before the first voice – the leader, she assumed – replied, ‘What makes you think we’re the King’s Guard?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘You don’t exactly use inside voices,’ she replied.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere were muttered curses, enough so that Elara counted between five or six other people within the cart, before the leader spoke again with a note of finality. ‘No more questions.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘You may as well save us the journey, and drag me outside to kill me now,’ she said. It would be death, or a fate far worse if she set foot in the Palace of Light, so if there was any chance of escape near the border, she’d take it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘We’re not going to hurt you,’ he replied.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElara tried subtly to work her wrists against their binding again. As she shifted, she felt her dagger press into her thigh. It was relief that washed over her first – the soldiers hadn’t discovered it. Shortly followed by a string of mental curses as she realized how far it was away from her incapacitated hands.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFinally, the cart ground to a stop followed by a sharp rap to her left.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘State your business,’ came a voice heavy with the accent of the Asterian Borderlands.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElara took a deep breath, ready to scream, but a solid hand clamped down on her lips, gifting her a mouthful of sack. She coughed against it, but the hand held firm, another pushing down upon her shoulder when she tried to struggle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was an inaudible murmur from the driver up front, and the sound of coins clinking.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was another rap on the cart, and it trundled on, until finally the hand released her. She spluttered and spat the burlap out of her mouth, as she blinked down once more at the slice of light. To her horror, it had shifted from her familiar lilac-blue to fierce orange. She was across the border.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe sack was yanked off her head, and Elara winced at the horrid burnished glare of Helion light that flooded her sight. It was so much more garish than the comforting tones of home, casting the cart in a bright gold. When she blinked it away, a man was looking at her, a very handsome man, a slight frown on his face. His eyes were warm brown, skin brown too, and he had the closely shorn haircut of the militia, though with an intricate pattern shaved more closely on one side of his head, which stretched into straight lines of the Light’s rays. Oh, he was Helion all right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Who are you?’ she demanded, before taking quick account of the rest of the group, draped in golden armour.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘Leonardo Acardi,’ said the brown-eyed man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer stomach plummeted. ‘You’re the general of the Helion army. The King’s Thunderbolt.’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe shrugged, something like a twinkle in his eye. ‘Is that what they call me?’\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe forced her gaze off him, if only to look desperately back to her home as they rolled further into Helios, the border growing further and further away. She caught sight of the Temple of Piscea, Asteria’s patron Star, which signified the entrance into Asteria. A familiar resentment clung to her chest as she glanced at the glossy black obsidian pillars – perfect and out of place within the soft twilight hues of her kingdom. Piscea’s prayer stood out in glittering silverstone, a fairly new one that had only been coined a few decades before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo worship her. So fear her\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eApt, for the goddess of terror, of fate and darkness. Though she slumbered now, thank the Stars. Elara raised her eyes to the sky, and the split torn through it, the patch of gold and orange growing larger as her sapphire sky diminished.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘The palace horses are waiting on the outskirts of Sol,’ Leonardo said. ‘We’ll leave this cart there,’ he said to a comrade.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElara reached back to her geography lessons. It was just as she’d thought – she was being taken to the capital of Helios, where the Palace of Light waited. She remained silent as she settled back, and waited, spiralling into her magick. As she moved, the dampness of blood on her dress pinched at her, and nausea roiled through her, along with unwanted memories.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe blood. The starlight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003cbr\u003e‘Run!’\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe squeezed her eyes shut again until the images had disappeared once more. When she looked out from the cart, she saw dusty streets rather than the lush, dark vegetation that lined every road in Asteria. Though the sounds were muffled through the wood it sounded louder than her home too, and gods, it was sweltering. Her thick woollen dress felt cloistering, her corset beneath digging into her chest and waist uncomfortably as sweat began to gather at the base of her spine. But she cared not, when she didn’t plan on staying in the Stars-forsaken city for a minute longer than she had to.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen the wagon stopped, and the doors were flung open, Elara was ready.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs she was pulled up by Leonardo, and led off the cart, she struck.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer magick danced out of her, threads rapidly weaving a cocoon of sweet invisibility around her. Leonardo cursed, as the other soldiers shouted, but Elara had already slipped from his grasp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe pelted away from the cart and into the streets of Sol.","brand":"Random House Canada","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46304794444005,"sku":"NP9781039012592","price":20.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781039012592.jpg?v=1767728859","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/heavenly-bodies-isbn-9781039012592","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}