{"product_id":"the-shamers-daughter-isbn-9781782692256","title":"The Shamer’s Daughter","description":"\u003cb\u003eStep into a world of magic, mythology, mystery, and dragons in this thrilling fantasy book for kids ages 10-14—the first in a series!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“ . . . in good standing alongside Philip Pullman's \u003ci\u003eHis Dark Materials\u003c\/i\u003e trilogy and C. S. Lewis' \u003ci\u003eThe Chronicles of Narnia\u003c\/i\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDina has unwillingly inherited her mother’s gift: the ability to elicit shamed confessions simply by looking into someone’s eyes. To Dina, however, these powers are not a gift but a curse. Surrounded by fear and hostility, she longs for simple friendship.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut when her mother is called to Dunark Castle to uncover the truth about a bloody triple murder, Dina must come to terms with her power—or let her mother fall prey to the vicious and revolting dragons of Dunark.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Shamer’s Daughter\u003c\/i\u003e is the first unforgettable middle grade fantasy in the best-selling Shamer Chronicles series, which has sold more than 25 million copies worldwide!\"The series as a whole is in good standing alongside Philip Pullman's \u003ci\u003eHis Dark Materials\u003c\/i\u003e trilogy and C. S. Lewis' \u003ci\u003eThe Chronicles of Narnia\u003c\/i\u003e.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Spiced with likable characters and an intriguing new magical ability - eagerly awaiting volume two.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This novel stands on its own and offers a satisfying conclusion even as it provides an intriguing setting and mythology for future adventures.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Full of passion.\"\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003cbr\u003e—Guardian\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"I gobbled it up!\"\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003cbr\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eTamora Pierce, author of \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Song of the Lioness\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"The most original new fiction of this kind ... thrilling and thoughtful.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The term 'page-turner' is often used, but not always justified. It is deserved here, tenfold. I really, really couldn't put the book down.\"\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—School Librarian\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"An absorbing and fast-paced fantasy\/mystery bursting with action and intrigue. The only question is: when will the next one come out?\" \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003eI   gobbled it up. --Tamora Pierce, author of 'The Song of the Lioness'\u003cbr\u003e Tremendous novel... Dragons, murder, treachery and highly tropical thrills.   -- Amanda Craig, author of The Lie of the LandAn award-winning and highly acclaimed writer of fantasy, Lene Kaaberbøl was born in 1960, grew up in the Danish countryside and had her first book published at the age of 15. Since then she has written more than 30 books for children and young adults. Lene's huge international breakthrough came with \u003ci\u003eThe Shamer Chronicles\u003c\/i\u003e, which is published in more than 25 countries selling over a million copies worldwide.ONE\u003cbr\u003e The Shamer's Brat\u003cbr\u003e Strictly speaking, it wasn't really Cilia's fault that I was bitten\u003cbr\u003e by a dragon. It was probably sheer coincidence that\u003cbr\u003e she decided to throw a bucket of whey in my face on the\u003cbr\u003e very day the man from Dunark came. But every time my\u003cbr\u003e arm hurts . . . every time I miss Cherry Tree Cottage and\u003cbr\u003e the pear trees and the chickens we h a d . . . I get mad at\u003cbr\u003e Cilia all over again.\u003cbr\u003e Cilia was the miller's daughter, the only girl in a brood\u003cbr\u003e of six. Maybe that was the reason why she had become\u003cbr\u003e such a pain. Every time Cilia wanted something, a slice\u003cbr\u003e of honey-bread, a silk ribbon, perhaps, or a new set of\u003cbr\u003e Prince-and-Dragon markers . .. well, all she had to do was\u003cbr\u003e flutter her eyelashes and make her voice all syrupy. Her eyes\u003cbr\u003e were periwinkle blue, and she had the most charming\u003cbr\u003e dimples when she smiled. Her dad was putty in her hands.\u003cbr\u003e And if anybody teased her or thwarted her in some way, she\u003cbr\u003e complained to a couple of her brothers. They had all worked\u003cbr\u003e in the mill practically from the time they could walk, and\u003cbr\u003e they thought nothing of tossing around sacks of grain as if\u003cbr\u003e they were filled with feathers. Nobody liked to cross them,\u003cbr\u003e not even my own brother, Davin, who actually seemed to\u003cbr\u003e enjoy a good fight now and then. Most of the time, Cilia was\u003cbr\u003e in the habit of getting exactly what she wanted.\u003cbr\u003e Normally, I gave her a very wide berth. But that day had\u003cbr\u003e been a bad day from the start. Mama had scolded me for\u003cbr\u003e leaving my shawl out by the woodshed the day before, so\u003cbr\u003e that it was now soaking wet. I got into a fight with Davin,\u003cbr\u003e and Melli, my four-year-old pest of a little sister, had picked\u003cbr\u003e the eyes off my old rag doll. So what if I was much too old\u003cbr\u003e to be playing with dolls—Nana was my doll, and Melli had\u003cbr\u003e taken her without even asking. I was so mad and so fed up\u003cbr\u003e with the whole family that I couldn't stay in the house with\u003cbr\u003e them. I stood for a while in the barn and shared my woes\u003cbr\u003e with Blaze, our brown mare, who had the sweetest of tempers\u003cbr\u003e and was very patient with most human beings. But\u003cbr\u003e then Davin led her out to graze among the pear trees in the\u003cbr\u003e orchard, and the barn became lonely and boring. I knew\u003cbr\u003e that if my mother caught sight of me, it would not take her\u003cbr\u003e long to find some task for me; she was of the opinion that\u003cbr\u003e work is the best cure for the sulks. Without really thinking\u003cbr\u003e about it, I set off down the road toward the village.\u003cbr\u003e Birches is not a big town, but we do have a smithy, an\u003cbr\u003e inn, and the mill, run by Cilia's parents, not to mention\u003cbr\u003e eleven different houses and farms of varying sizes. And\u003cbr\u003e then there are the places like Cherry Tree Cottage, some\u003cbr\u003e distance from the village yet somehow still a part of it. In\u003cbr\u003e almost all the houses were families, and almost all the\u003cbr\u003e families had children, some of them as many as eight or\u003cbr\u003e ten. You would think, with so many to choose from, that\u003cbr\u003e it would be possible for me to find a friend or two, or at\u003cbr\u003e least some playmates. But no. Not me. Not the Shamer's\u003cbr\u003e daughter. Two years ago I could still sometimes play with\u003cbr\u003e Sasia from the inn. But then it became more and more difficult\u003cbr\u003e for her to look me in the eyes, and after that, things\u003cbr\u003e became kind of difficult. Now she avoided me completely,\u003cbr\u003e just like everyone else.\u003cbr\u003e So, having walked about a mile through mud and\u003cbr\u003e gusty winds to reach the village, I had no idea what to do\u003cbr\u003e there. I rarely went there anymore, except to run a few\u003cbr\u003e errands for Mama; and I ended up standing indecisively\u003cbr\u003e in the village square, trying to look as if I had merely\u003cbr\u003e stopped for a minute to catch my breath. Janos Tinker\u003cbr\u003e went by with his handcart, waving at me but not quite\u003cbr\u003e looking. At the smithy Rikert was shoeing the miller's gray\u003cbr\u003e gelding. He called my name and wished me a good afternoon,\u003cbr\u003e but stayed bent over his work the whole time. And\u003cbr\u003e then big fat drops of rain started to spatter the gravel, and\u003cbr\u003e I could no longer pretend to be basking in the sun. I\u003cbr\u003e headed for the inn, possibly just out of habit. The main\u003cbr\u003e room was nearly empty; a lone guest was having a meal, a\u003cbr\u003e big bear of a highlander, from up the Skayler range. Probably\u003cbr\u003e he had taken summer work as a caravan guard and\u003cbr\u003e was on his way home now. He cast a quick and curious\u003cbr\u003e glance my way, but even without knowing me, he instinctively\u003cbr\u003e looked away, avoiding my eyes.\u003cbr\u003e Behind the counter. Sasia's mother was wiping glasses.\u003cbr\u003e \"Hello, Dina,\" she said politely, her eyes strictly on the\u003cbr\u003e glass she was polishing. \"What can we do for you?\"\u003cbr\u003e What would she do if I said, Look at me? But I didn't, of\u003cbr\u003e course. \"Is Sasia in?\" I asked instead.","brand":"Pushkin Children's Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46299784970469,"sku":"NP9781782692256","price":12.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781782692256.jpg?v=1767741488","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/the-shamers-daughter-isbn-9781782692256","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}