{"product_id":"beasts-of-ruin-isbn-9780593405710","title":"Beasts of Ruin","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn this much anticipated follow up to \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling \u003ci\u003eBeasts of Prey\u003c\/i\u003e, Koffi’s powers grow stronger and Ekon’s secrets turn darker as they face the god of death.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter having promised to use her new powers to serve Fedu, the cunning god of death, and assist in his plans to remake the world, Koffi finds herself a prisoner in Thornkeep—a luxurious mansion with well-manicured gardens. But Fedu’s beautiful realm is a lie. Koffi and many other darajas are trapped there by a deadly, inscrutable mist, making escape impossible. But something within the mist calls to Koffi, igniting her magic. It soon becomes clear that the very thing imprisoning her could be the key to not only her freedom, but finally unlocking the remaining mysteries of her own magic, allowing her to fight the god of death and perhaps even win.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhile Koffi attempts to decipher the secrets of the mist and learns to wield her own deadly power, Ekon is determined to make his way to Thornkeep to fight alongside her. But leaving Lkossa is easier said than done. Ekon, once a promising soldier, is now a wanted man on the run from those he once called brother. He’s forced to make new, uneasy alliances to flee Lkossa and turn his back on everything he once believed. And each day he draws closer to the realm of death, so too does Ekon draw nearer to a long-hidden truth about himself that could change his loyalties forever.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKoffi and Ekon—separated by both land and gods—risk everything to reunite. But the longer they’re apart, the more they will have to reckon with changing destinies and, maybe, changing hearts.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eBeasts of Ruin\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2022 \u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This \u003cb\u003estellar sequel\u003c\/b\u003e deepens these \u003cb\u003ebeautifully realized\u003c\/b\u003e main characters and \u003cb\u003ekeeps you wanting more\u003c\/b\u003e stories in this world.” —\u003ci\u003eBuzzFeed\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “\u003cb\u003eReaders will be entranced\u003c\/b\u003e as themes of heritage, betrayal, and erasure are brought to life with \u003cb\u003evivid details\u003c\/b\u003e in this \u003cb\u003eriveting, fast-paced\u003c\/b\u003e volume that lives up to its predecessor. . . \u003cb\u003eAn absorbing story \u003c\/b\u003ewith \u003cb\u003etantalizing \u003c\/b\u003ehints of more to come.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gray’s \u003cb\u003elush and detailed worldbuilding\u003c\/b\u003e remains a highlight as the sequel delves even deeper into the history and heritage of Lkossa and its surrounding kingdom.” —\u003ci\u003ePaste Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eWell-crafted and engaging\u003c\/b\u003e. . . \u003ci\u003eBeasts of Prey\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eBeasts of Ruin\u003c\/i\u003e are \u003cb\u003eriveting\u003c\/b\u003e reads that should hold \u003cb\u003egreat appeal \u003c\/b\u003efor teenage readers, especially fans of \u003ci\u003eBlack Panther\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Hunger Games\u003c\/i\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Atlanta Journal-Constitution\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eBeasts of Ruin\u003c\/i\u003e, like its predecessor, is \u003cb\u003efilled with action and tension\u003c\/b\u003e. There are fights, spells, chases, twists, betrayals, a wicked villain, and \u003cb\u003efantastical creatures\u003c\/b\u003e throughout the novel’s short, punchy chapters. She \u003cb\u003eweaves African myths and legends\u003c\/b\u003e of frightening creatures like the kongamato into her narrative, and explores the impact of discrimination and cultural erasure.” —\u003ci\u003eArkansas Democrat-Gazette\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “[A] tale of \u003cb\u003ecourage, curiosity, and magic\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eSheen Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gray returns to her \u003cb\u003ecaptivating\u003c\/b\u003e world of beasts, secrets, and vengeful gods in this follow-up. . . boast[ing] a more \u003cb\u003eexpansive world\u003c\/b\u003e… Readers who easily lost themselves in Koffi and Ekon’s story will \u003cb\u003edevour\u003c\/b\u003e their continued journey. . . An \u003cb\u003eengaging\u003c\/b\u003e sequel gearing up for an \u003cb\u003eexplosive\u003c\/b\u003e third book.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gray’s writing balances \u003cb\u003ehigh stakes\u003c\/b\u003e with \u003cb\u003estrong narrative voices\u003c\/b\u003e as she expands on the cast of characters. Themes of heritage, segregation, and erasure all play roles in Ekon and Koffi’s growth, and readers will easily draw parallels to the U.S. Civil Rights Movement.” —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eBeasts of Prey\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Instant \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Bestseller\u003cbr\u003eAn Indie Bestseller\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2022 Bank Street Best Children’s Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA 2022 YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA 2021 \u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2021 New York Public Library Best Book Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA 2021 Chicago Public Library Best Book Pick\u003cbr\u003eA 2021 \u003ci\u003eTor.com\u003c\/i\u003e Young Adult Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror Best Book Pick\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2021 \u003ci\u003eParade\u003c\/i\u003e Best YA Book Pick\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2021 Black Caucus American Library Association Best of the Best Booklist Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn Apple Best Book of the Month Pick – October 2021\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Amazon Best Book of the Month – October 2021\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Indie Next Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eRich and powerful\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eO, The Oprah Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The hunt for \u003cb\u003eyour next YA fantasy book trilogy obsession\u003c\/b\u003e has ended.\" —\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A \u003cb\u003epropulsive mystery\u003c\/b\u003e mixed with a \u003cb\u003emoving coming-of-age tale\u003c\/b\u003e and a touch of \u003cb\u003eromance\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBeasts of Prey\u003c\/i\u003e asks: When we go into the jungle, who will we be when we come out?” —\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “This pan-African story, rife with betrayal and narrated through \u003cb\u003epoetic language\u003c\/b\u003e that evokes vivid imagery, \u003cb\u003ewill ensnare readers\u003c\/b\u003e, keeping them engaged with its energetic pace. The \u003cb\u003ebeautiful blend of mythology, romance, and action\u003c\/b\u003e ends with a hint at more to come… \u003cb\u003eA dazzling debut\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “Gray's debut is \u003cb\u003ea thrilling series opener \u003c\/b\u003ewith \u003cb\u003etwists and turns that will delight.\u003c\/b\u003e Hints about more \u003cb\u003eexpansive world building\u003c\/b\u003e to come will entice readers to pick up future volumes in this \u003cb\u003emust-buy\u003c\/b\u003e for fantasy enthusiasts.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist,\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “With its \u003cb\u003ememorable characters\u003c\/b\u003e, and a \u003cb\u003elush, expansive world\u003c\/b\u003e, Gray’s debut is an \u003cb\u003eaction-packed adventure\u003c\/b\u003e that will tug at hearts and keep teens glued to the page, yearning for more. \u003cb\u003eEssential\u003c\/b\u003e for all collections.” —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eRich in magic and mythos\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBeasts of Prey\u003c\/i\u003e is \u003cb\u003ea feast for all the senses\u003c\/b\u003e. Prepare to be transported to Koffi’s world from the first page and find yourself lost not only in the \u003cb\u003edark thrill\u003c\/b\u003e of the hunt but the \u003cb\u003epoignant beats of emotion\u003c\/b\u003e at the heart of this story. Gray’s \u003cb\u003ewriting is lyrical\u003c\/b\u003e, her \u003cb\u003eimagery vivid\u003c\/b\u003e. I eagerly await whatever she pens next.” —\u003cb\u003eRenée Ahdieh\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Beautiful\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eA fast-paced, rip-roaring ride\u003c\/b\u003e that grabs you by the throat and never lets you go. \u003cb\u003eA masterpiece of magic\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003cb\u003eNamina Forna\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Gilded Ones\u003c\/i\u003eAyana Gray is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of the critically acclaimed Beasts of Prey trilogy. Her works have been translated into ten languages across five continents and are being adapted for feature film. Originally from Atlanta, she now lives among the rolling hills and rivers of Arkansas.\u003cb\u003eCHAPTER 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eThe Master Of Thornkeep\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi smelled the blackberries first.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Saccharine, tart, it was their cloying scent that lured her back to consciousness. Slowly, she opened her eyes. A groan began low in her throat, very nearly passing through her lips, but instinct caught the sound before it could escape. In the silence, a realization settled on her skin like motes of dust.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She didn’t know where she was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Life returned to her fingertips, and Koffi let them explore, taking tactile reconnaissance of her surroundings. From them, she gathered that she was lying on something soft—a bed—with linen sheets bunched at her waist. Her head rolled to the left, pressing one cheek against the cool pillow beneath her; she paid for that small movement instantly. A stab of pain throbbed at the base of her skull, and her eyes watered. Seconds passed before her dulled vision sharpened again. Even then, she couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She was in a large bedroom, one she’d never been in before. Its walls—at least, those visible in the dimness—were a cool slate gray. Squares of buttery light dappled the vaulted ceiling overhead, which she took to mean it was morning. A glint to her left caught her eye, and she noted a bone-white nightstand beside the bed. There was a gilded serving tray on it, laden with food. Her eyes took in the sliced bread, the tiny bowls of jam, cheese, and fruit, and her mouth watered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eA feast for a king\u003c\/i\u003e, she mused. She was still staring at the food, considering, when she heard it: the soft rustle of fabric. She stilled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She was not alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At first, she didn’t understand how she had not immediately noticed the two people standing on the opposite side of the bedroom and facing a massive bay window with their backs to her. But as the seconds passed, she did understand; she hadn’t noticed them because they stood with near-perfect stillness, two statues silhouetted in sunlight. The man was tall, muscled, and lean, with skin like sunbaked clay and cropped black hair. Beside him, the woman was much shorter, with brown skin a shade darker than his and a springy black Afro. His kaftan was river blue, hers was marigold. Without warning, the man spoke.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “How much longer should we let her sleep?” His voice was low. “We’ll wake her soon,” the woman murmured. Her voice was lilting. “He’s expecting her.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi stiffened on the bed. She was almost certain that these people were talking about her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAbruptly, the man began to pace. Koffi couldn’t see the details of his face, but his movements reminded her of an agitated lion contained in a too-small cage.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It doesn’t make sense,” he said between steps. “It’s been years since he brought a new one here—why would he start doing it again now?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t know,” the woman replied. She was still facing the window.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The man stopped, and Koffi finally saw his face properly in the light. Every one of his features was smooth and angular, as though carved by a practiced sculptor. He had a long, even nose, ochre eyes framed by thick black brows, and a knife-sharp jawline. Only his scowling mouth looked out of place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “He said nothing to you?” he asked the woman. “Nothing about where she’s from, or what order she belongs to?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Finally, the woman turned. Even in profile, Koffi knew at once that she was beautiful too. Her face was soft, defined by full pink lips set below a short, rounded nose. She was frowning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “He tells me as much as he tells you,” she said. “All I know is that we’re to bring her to the main hall. He didn’t say anything else.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi swallowed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “And how are we supposed to do that?” the man asked. Koffi watched him massage the bridge of his nose. “She’s still unconscious.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We can’t take her to him in the clothes she’s wearing,” said the woman. Koffi noticed she’d lowered her voice. “They’re filthy. She’ll need to change them.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi’s pulse quickened. She’d hoped for more time to form a plan. Her eyes searched the room, desperate. The only other furnishings nearby were a vanity and a divan in the far-left corner, neither of which could be used as a weapon or shield. These people, whoever they were, had the advantage. She’d have to move quickly to catch them off guard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eThink. Think.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A shaft of golden sunlight drew Koffi’s eyes back to the serving tray on her left. Just beside it, there was a silver butter knife. She took a slow breath in, bracing herself, then closed her eyes and tried to envision what she was going to do. If she moved over slightly, she could reach the knife. And if she could reach the knife . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Okay.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi’s eyes were still closed, but to her right she heard the man’s voice again, closer. She shifted subtly to her left.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Kena, maybe you should be the one to—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi lunged, rolling off the bed and snatching the butter knife from the tray in one less-than-graceful motion. She regretted it almost immediately; an explosion of stars erupted in her head and blotted her vision, but her fingers wrapped tight around the knife’s tiny handle. She focused on its feel, the cool of its metal against her palm. The room tilted violently from side to side like the deck of an ill-fated ship at sea, and she stumbled. This time, a groan did escape her. She still couldn’t see, but she heard a gasp. Then a male voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Oh. You’re awake.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi blinked hard, trying to quiet the percussion in her chest as she fought to remain calm. Her ears were ringing, there were still flashing spots in her vision, but she saw that the man and woman who’d been standing at the window were now just on the other side of the bed, looking at her with shared concern. Upright, she realized they were both younger than she’d first thought; not a man and a woman, but a boy and a girl, each about sixteen—her age. It was the former of the two who broke the silence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “So,” he said with one brow raised. “I take it this means you \u003ci\u003edidn’t\u003c\/i\u003e like the welcome breakfast?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi didn’t pause to consider the question. “Who are you?” Her voice was a throaty rasp, as though it hadn’t been used for days. That scared her. She glanced back and forth, trying to keep her eyes on the boy and the girl at the same time, but the effort was dizzying. Her grip on the knife tightened, but to her faint annoyance, the boy only gave it a cursory glance before smirking.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Is that really necessary?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It is when you’re trying to take my clothes off.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We weren’t trying to take your clothes off,” said the boy with a note of exasperation. He paused, then smirked. “Well, I mean, technically speaking . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “You have five seconds.” Koffi didn’t know whether to be irritated or terrified by the boy’s nonchalance. “Tell me who you are, where I am, and why I’m here.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Or what?” The boy’s eyes flicked to the knife again, visibly amused. “You’ll butter our toast?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Zain.” Up to this point, the girl hadn’t spoken; now she was glaring at the boy. “I think it would be best if you left.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The boy—Zain—considered a moment before he shrugged and headed toward a pair of double doors on the other side of the room. He muttered something that sounded distinctly like “butter knife” before closing them behind him. Koffi exhaled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’m sorry,” said the girl. She was looking at Koffi the way one might look at an injured animal, but like the boy, she seemed unfazed by the butter knife. Koffi sighed, then let it clatter to the ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I know this is all probably very overwhelming,” the girl continued gently. “But Zain and I aren’t here to hurt you, we—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Who are you?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “My name is Makena,” she said. “Yours?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Koffi.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Koffi,” Makena repeated. “I’m a daraja, like you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eDaraja.\u003c\/i\u003e Koffi felt the word strike against her like a flint to stone, pulling others to the forefront of her mind\u003ci\u003e. Daraja. Bridge. Splendor.\u003c\/i\u003e They were disjointed, but familiar; she just couldn’t remember why.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “What order are you?” Makena asked. “I’m in Ufundi.” Koffi stared back at her, confused. Makena seemed to be asking the question earnestly, but it didn’t make sense. “Um . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “That’s all right.” Makena waved a hand. “We can talk about that later. But for now . . .” She glanced toward the double doors before offering an apologetic look. “You do need to change your clothes.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi looked down at her own body for the first time since she’d woken up. Her burlap tunic was covered in dirt and grime, but she had no recollection of how it’d gotten there.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eWhy? Why can’t I remember?\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I have something for you to wear, actually,” said Makena. “If you’d like.” She crossed the room and stopped before the divan; Koffi noticed something neatly folded on it. When Makena turned back to her, she was holding up a sleeveless dress. It was long and sweeping, cinched at the waist. A geometric black-and-white pattern covered the wax-print fabric, and golden stitching embroidered its hems.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I made it,” Makena murmured. “I . . . hope you like it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I do,” said Koffi. “It’s really nice.” That was an understatement, but they were the only words she could summon. With certainty, she knew that she was awake, and yet this all still seemed like some distorted dream. She felt removed, unfocused, as though she was grasping at spider-silk threads of memory and trying to braid them into something logical.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Makena laid the dress on the bed. “I’ll call for a cloth and water basin to be brought up so you can wash,” she offered. “But you’ll need to be quick, we don’t have much time.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Why?” Koffi tensed. “Where are we going?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Makena shot a furtive glance over her shoulder as she headed for the bedroom doors. “To take you to the main hall. The master of Thornkeep doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi’s heart thundered in her chest as Makena led her down a narrow hall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Like the bedchamber she’d awoken in, everything around her was carved from the same slate rock, which did nothing to fend off the chill in the air. Around her, a pervading darkness held firm, interrupted only by the cracks of pale light that came from arrow-slit windows. Koffi was tempted to peek out of each one they passed, but she forced her gaze to stay fixed ahead. With each step, more questions filled her mind, and it unnerved her that she had answers to none of them. How had she gotten here? Why was she here? And why couldn’t she remember anything from before this morning? Makena’s words echoed in her head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eThe master of Thornkeep doesn’t like to be kept waiting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This place was called Thornkeep, she had gathered that much at least, but who was its master, and what did he want with her?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They passed into a new corridor, one with a large window on its left that allowed morning light to breach the dark. Makena walked past it without stopping, but this time Koffi stole a glance out of it. Her breath caught.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The lawns outside the window were lush in the extreme, an immaculate expanse of emerald-green grass. Every few feet, tiny ponds trimmed in alabaster stone decorated the grounds, their glass-smooth surfaces reflecting hues of azure and indigo in the sunlight. Her eyes flitted left and right, trying in vain to count the thousands of flowers arranged alongside the arbors and gazebos, but it was impossible. She noted that every single flower, despite its size or arrangement, was some shade of blue, reflecting the sky above.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Thornkeep’s east garden,” said Makena. She’d stopped to stand at Koffi’s side. “Also called the Blue Garden. There are three others on the grounds, but this one is my favorite.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKoffi nodded, though she barely heard Makena’s words. She was still taking in the scene before her. Thornkeep’s east garden was unquestionably beautiful, but the longer she studied it, the more acutely she felt an unease. Her gaze drifted past the ponds and plots of flower beds, then stopped at a line of neatly planted trees clearly meant to mark the garden’s end. She recognized those trees at once—only acacias had that gnarled, thorny quality about them—but they weren’t what held Koffi’s eye. It was the wall of heavy mist that hung around them. Most of the acacias’ tops were obscured by it, a thick pall of unmoving silver-white.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Even from this distance, Koffi imagined she could feel the mist’s coolness, the damp that would have clung to everything it touched. She shivered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “That’s the Mistwood,” said Makena without prompt. “It marks the border of Thornkeep’s grounds.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi didn’t respond. She couldn’t explain it, but something about that mist, those trees, held her in place, as though daring her to watch a second longer. A beat passed before Makena spoke again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We should keep going,” she said. “The main hall’s not far.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In silence, they left the corridor and continued on. When darkness fell over them once more, Koffi’s muscles relaxed. She felt an inexplicable sense of relief the farther she got from the window and the sight of the mist, but she didn’t know why.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Makena stopped again a few minutes later, so abruptly that Koffi nearly ran into her back. When she looked up, she realized that they were now standing before two enormous blackwood doors trimmed in a dull gold paint. Directly next to them, Zain was standing at attention. He offered them a cheery wave, and Koffi answered it with a frown before she could stop herself. Zain chuckled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Glad you could make it, Butter Knife.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi didn’t dignify the comment with a reply, and tried to keep her eyes trained on the double doors, but that was made harder when Zain moved to stand directly beside her, so that she was sandwiched between him and Makena. He was at least a head taller than her, and when he leaned toward her, their shoulders brushed. A smell like freshly laundered linens filled the air.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A word of advice,” he said under his breath. “Try not to threaten anyone with cutlery.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Whatever words Koffi had been planning to say back died in her throat as the doors before them swung open. Makena and Zain moved first, passing through them with an easy grace. Koffi took a steadying breath before she stepped into the room. Almost immediately, she faltered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The room was the grandest she’d ever seen. A lake of white-veined black marble made up its floor, and a line of towering arched windows on two of its walls flooded the room in rose-gold sun-light. There was little in the way of furnishings here, but Koffi’s gaze caught on a single object directly opposite her: a tapestry hung on the wall. It was a massive piece, at least twice her height and many times as wide, and featured at its center a great, swollen hippopotamus. The creature’s skin was brown and shiny with wet, its tiny eyes beetle-black. It seemed to be staring right at her as it stood against the backdrop of a faded marshland baring its white tusks, each one longer than her arm. Koffi looked away from it quickly, disturbed. Something about that tapestry, about hippopotamuses specifically, had stirred another memory within her, but it left her as quickly as it’d come.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Over here.” Makena glanced over her shoulder, keeping her voice to a whisper. “I see a place to stand.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi followed until the three of them stopped near the room’s center. She turned and, for the first time since entering, realized that they were not alone here. Clusters of people stood together all over the room, and every single person was staring at her. In stolen glances, Koffi took each one of them in. To her right, there was one group of young men and women dressed in blood-dark red; to her left, a second group donned shades of green. She noted one huddle of people swathed in gauzy blue fabrics very similar to Zain’s, and still a fourth group who wore pale yellows like Makena. The people farthest from her were dressed in deep violet, and she tried not to think about the fact  that—in addition to looking like the most athletic people in the  room—they also looked to be the most menacing. One of them openly grimaced at her, and she flinched, immediately annoyed at herself for doing so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eDo not show fear\u003c\/i\u003e, she commanded her body. \u003ci\u003eDo not look afraid\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It’s all right,” Makena whispered. “No one here will hurt you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Koffi didn’t take any comfort in those words. She was too busy wading through even more questions. Who were all of these people? Was the master of Thornkeep among them?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Abruptly, the set of double doors she, Makena, and Zain had just walked through opened a second time; at once, every eye that’d been trained on Koffi shot to them instead. On either side of her, Makena and Zain both straightened. Even Koffi found herself watching, waiting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Several impossibly long seconds passed before a man entered the chamber alone. He was tall, with dark, ochre-brown skin and curly black hair barbered to a low fade. He looked old enough to be Koffi’s father. She noticed that, unlike everyone else in the room, he wasn’t wearing a colorful garment; rather, his dashiki was a modest black-and-white pattern, not so unlike her own. He said nothing as he moved forward in long, confident strides. One by one, every person in the room bowed their head. There was an unspoken authority about this man, worn like a mantle to which he was well accustomed. Even Koffi found herself lowering her gaze as he approached, his sandaled footfall impossibly soft against the marble. She was staring at her own feet when she heard the words.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Good morning, Koffi.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e An arrow of heat ran the length of Koffi’s body, as sudden and quick as a lightning strike. She felt a nudge against her arm, and swallowed hard as her bowed head seemed to rise of its own accord.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Slowly, Koffi lifted her gaze and locked eyes with the master of Thornkeep.","brand":"Nancy Paulsen Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301149888741,"sku":"NP9780593405710","price":18.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593405710.jpg?v=1767722305","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/beasts-of-ruin-isbn-9780593405710","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}