{"product_id":"daughter-of-the-blood-isbn-9780593952801","title":"Daughter of the Blood","description":"\u003cb\u003e“[The Black Jewels] series...has long been celebrated for its dark sensuality and focus on female characters....they remain crucial foundations of the romantasy genre and paved the way for what followed.”—Paste Magazine\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the first novel in \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author Anne Bishop’s beloved Black Jewels Trilogy, a race of witches and warlocks whose power is channeled through magical jewels will meet their once and future queen….\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Seven hundred years ago, a Black Widow witch saw an ancient prophecy come to life in her web of dreams and visions. Now the Dark  Kingdom readies itself for the arrival of its Queen, a Witch who will wield more power than even the High Lord of Hell himself. But she is still young, still open to influence—and corruption.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Whoever controls the Queen controls the darkness. Three men—sworn enemies—know this. And they know the power that hides behind the blue eyes of an innocent young girl. And so begins a ruthless game of politics and intrigue, magic and betrayal, where the weapons are hate and love—and the prize could be terrible beyond imagining....\u003cb\u003e“[The Black Jewels] series...has long been celebrated for its dark sensuality and focus on female characters....[the books] remain crucial foundations of the romantasy genre and paved the way for what followed.”—Paste Magazine\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eDaughter of the Blood\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A terrific writer...the more I read, the more excited I became because of the freshness of [her] take on the usual high fantasy setting, the assurance of [her] language, all the lovely touches of characterization that [she slips] in so effortlessly.”—Charles de Lint\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Darkly mesmerizing...[a] fascinating, dark world.”—\u003ci\u003eLocus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Lavishly sensual...a richly detailed world based on a reversal of standard genre cliches.”—\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Vividly painted...dramatic, erotic, hope-filled.”—Lynn Flewelling\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e “Intense...erotic, violent, and imaginative. This one is white-hot.”—Nancy Kress\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A uniquely realized fantasy filled with vibrant colors and rich textures. A wonderful new voice, Ms. Bishop holds us spellbound from the very first page.”—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e “Mystical, sensual, glittering with dark magic.”—Terri Windling, coeditor of \u003ci\u003eThe Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dark, morbid, sinister, and yet it holds you completely fascinated and spellbound by its beauty...One of the most original and readable books in the fantasy genre.”—The 11th Hour\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author \u003cb\u003eAnne Bishop\u003c\/b\u003e is a winner of the William L. Crawford Memorial Fantasy Award, presented by the International Association for the Fantastic in the Arts, for the Black Jewels series. She is the author of the Novels of the Others—including \u003ci\u003eEtched in Bone\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eMarked in Flesh\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eVision in Silver\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eMurder of Crows\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eWritten in Red\u003c\/i\u003e—and \u003ci\u003eLake Silence\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eWild Country\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eCrowbones\u003c\/i\u003e, which are set in the world of the Others. She lives in Upstate New York.PROLOGUE\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eTerreille\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When the Blood-Jeweled Lords and Ladies hold a banquet, I’m the entertainment that comes after the musicians have played and the lithesome girls and boys have danced and the Lords have drunk too much wine and demand to have their fortunes told. “Tell us a story, Weaver,” they yell as their hands pass over the serving girls’ rumps and their Ladies eye the young men and decide who will have the painful pleasure of serving in the bed that night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I was one of them once, Blood as they are Blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No, that’s not true. I \u003ci\u003ewasn’t \u003c\/i\u003eBlood as they are Blood. That’s why I was broken on a Warlord’s spear and became shattered glass that only reflects what might have been.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It’s hard to break a Blood-Jeweled male, but a witch’s life hangs by the hymenal thread, and what happens on her Virgin Night determines whether she is whole to practice the Craft or becomes a broken vessel, forever aching for the part of her that’s lost. Oh, some magic always remains, enough for day-to-day living and parlor tricks, but not the Craft, not the lifeblood of our kind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But the Craft can be reclaimed—if one is willing to pay the price. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen I was younger, I fought against that final slide into the Twisted\u003cbr\u003e Kingdom. Better to be broken and sane than broken and mad. Better to see the world and know a tree for a tree, a flower for a flower rather than to look through gauze at gray and ghostly shapes and see clearly only the shards of one’s self.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So I thought then.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As I shuffle to the low stool, I struggle to stay at the edge of the Twisted Kingdom and see the physical world clearly one last time. I carefully place the wooden frame that holds my tangled web, the web of dreams and visions, on the small table near the stool.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Lords and Ladies expect me to tell their fortunes, and I always have, not by magic but by keeping my eyes and ears open and then telling them what they want to hear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Simple. No magic to it. But not tonight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For days now I have heard a strange kind of thunder, a distant calling. Last night I surrendered to madness in order to reclaim my Craft as a Black Widow, a witch of the Hourglass covens. Last night I wove a tangled web to see the dreams and visions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Tonight there will be no fortunes. I have the strength to say this only once. I must be sure that those who must hear it are in the room before I speak.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I wait. They don’t notice. Glasses are filled and refilled as I fight to stay on the edge of the Twisted Kingdom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ah, there he is. Daemon Sadi, from the Territory called Hayll. He’s beautiful, bitter, cruel. He has a seducer’s smile and a body women want to touch and be caressed by, but he’s filled with a cold, unquenchable rage. When the Ladies talk about his bedroom skills, the words they whisper are “excruciating pleasure.” I don’t doubt he’s enough of a sadist to mix pain and pleasure in equal portions, but he’s always been kind to me, and it’s a small bone of hope that I throw out to him tonight. Still, it’s more than anyone else has given him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Lords and Ladies grow restless. I usually don’t take this long to begin my pronouncements. Agitation and annoyance build, but I wait. After tonight, it will make no difference.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There’s the other one, in the opposite corner of the room. Lucivar Yaslana, the Eyrien half-breed from the Territory called Askavi.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hayll has no love for Askavi, nor Askavi for Hayll, but Daemon and Lucivar are drawn to one another without understanding why, so wound into each other’s lives they cannot separate. Uneasy friends, they have fought legendary battles, have destroyed so many courts the Blood are afraid to have them together for any length of time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I raise my hands, let them fall into my lap. Daemon watches me. Nothing about him has changed, but I know he’s waiting, listening. And because he’s listening, Lucivar listens too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “She is coming.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At first they don’t realize I’ve spoken. Then the angry murmurs begin when the words are understood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Stupid bitch,” someone yells. “Tell me who I’ll love tonight.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “What does it matter?” I answer. “She is coming. The Realm of Terreille will be torn apart by its own foolish greed. Those who survive will serve, but few will survive.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I’m slipping farther from the edge. Tears of frustration spill down my cheeks. Not yet. Sweet Darkness, not yet. I must say this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Daemon kneels beside me, his hands covering mine. I speak to him, only to him, and through him, to Lucivar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The Blood in Terreille whore the old ways and make a mockery of everything we are.” I wave my hand to indicate the ones who now rule. “They twist things to suit themselves. They dress up and pretend. They wear Blood Jewels but don’t understand what it means to be Blood. They talk of honoring the Darkness, but it’s a lie. They honor nothing but their own ambitions. The Blood were created to be the caretakers of the Realms. That’s why we were given our power. That’s why we come from, yet are apart from, the people in every Territory. The perversion of what we are can’t go on. The day is coming when the debt will be called in, and the Blood will have to answer for what they’ve become.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “They’re the Blood who rule, Tersa,” Daemon says sadly. “Who is left to call in this debt? Bastard slaves like me?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I’m slipping fast. My nails dig into his hands, drawing blood, but he doesn’t pull away. I lower my voice. He strains to hear me.“The Darkness has had a Prince for a long, long time. Now the Queen is coming. It may take decades, even centuries, but she is coming.” I point with my chin at the Lords and Ladies sitting at the tables.“They will be dust by then, but you and the Eyrien will be here to serve.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Frustration fills his golden eyes.“What Queen? Who is coming?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The living myth,” I whisper.“Dreams made flesh.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His shock is replaced instantly by a fierce hunger.“You’re sure?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The room is a swirling mist. He’s the only thing still in sharp focus. He’s the only thing I need. “I saw her in the tangled web, Daemon. I saw her.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I’m too tired to hang on to the real world, but I stubbornly cling to his hands to tell him one last thing.“The Eyrien, Daemon.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He glances at Lucivar.“What about him?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “He’s your brother.You are your father’s sons.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I can’t hold on anymore and plunge into the madness that’s called the Twisted Kingdom. I fall and fall among the shards of myself. The world spins and shatters. In its fragments, I see my once-Sisters pouring around the tables, frightened and intent, and Daemon’s hand casually reaching out, as if by accident, destroying the fragile spidersilk of my tangled web. It’s impossible to reconstruct a tangled web. Terreille’s Black Widows may spend year upon frightened year trying, but in the end it will be in vain. It will not be the same web, and they will not see what I saw.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In the gray world above, I hear myself howling with laughter. Far below me, in the psychic abyss that is part of the Darkness, I hear another howling, one full of joy and pain, rage and celebration.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Not just another witch coming, my foolish Sisters, but Witch.","brand":"Ace","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302184734949,"sku":"NP9780593952801","price":15.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593952801.jpg?v=1767724749","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/daughter-of-the-blood-isbn-9780593952801","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}