{"product_id":"victory-of-eagles-isbn-9780593359587","title":"Victory of Eagles","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eA Deadly Education \u003c\/i\u003ecomes the fifth volume of the Temeraire series, as Will Laurence and Temeraire struggle to reunite and face the Napoleonic army on London's doorstep.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“A story about friendship that transcends not only time and class, but species.”—NPR\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor Britain, conditions are grim: Napoleon’s resurgent forces have breached the Channel and successfully invaded English soil. Napoleon’s prime objective is the occupation of London. Unfortunately, the dragon Temeraire has been removed from military service—and his captain, Will Laurence, has been condemned to death for treason.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSeparated by their own government and threatened at every turn by Napoleon’s forces, Laurence and Temeraire must struggle to find each other amid the turmoil of war. If only they can be reunited, master and dragon might rally Britain’s scattered resistance forces and take the fight to the enemy as never before, for king and country—and for their own liberty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eDon’t miss any of Naomi Novik’s magical Temeraire series\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHIS MAJESTY’S DRAGON • THRONE OF JADE • BLACK POWDER WAR • EMPIRE OF IVORY • VICTORY OF EAGLES • TONGUES OF SERPENTS • CRUCIBLE OF GOLD • BLOOD OF TYRANTS • LEAGUE OF DRAGONS\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eHis Majesty’s Dragon\u003c\/i\u003e and the Temeraire series\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“These are beautifully written novels—not only fresh, original, and fast paced, but full of wonderful characters with real heart. [The Temeraire series] is a terrific meld of two genres that I particularly love—fantasy and historical epic.”\u003cb\u003e—Peter Jackson\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A terrifically entertaining fantasy novel . . . Is it hard to imagine a cross between Susanna Clarke, of Norrell and Strange fame, and the late Patrick O’Brian? Not if you’ve read this wonderful, arresting novel.”\u003cb\u003e—Stephen King\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A splendid series . . . Not only is it a new way to utilize dragons, it’s a very clever one and fits neatly into the historical niche this author has used.”\u003cb\u003e—Anne McCaffrey\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Just when you think you’ve seen every variation possible on the dragon story, along comes Naomi Novik. Her wonderful Temeraire is a dragon for the ages.”\u003cb\u003e—Terry Brooks\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Enthralling reading—it’s like Jane Austen playing Dungeons \u0026amp; Dragons with Eragon’s Christopher Paolini.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eTime\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A completely authentic tale, brimming with all the detail and richness one looks for . . . as well as the impossible wonder of gilded fantasy.”\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Entertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (Editor’s Choice,\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003eGrade:\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003eA)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Novik has accomplished something singular with her Temeraire series. . . . At its heart, it’s a story about friendship that transcends not only time and class, but species.”\u003cb\u003e—NPR\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[Naomi Novik] is soaring on the wings of a dragon.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A thrilling fantasy . . . All hail Naomi Novik.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post Book World\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“An amazing performance . . . [I] was immediately hooked by the writing, the research and the sheer courage of the whole enterprise.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eChicago Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Novik’s influences run the gamut from Jane Austen to Patrick O’Brian, with a side trip through Anne McCaffrey. Her books are completely involving and probably addictive, their central conceit explored in clever detail with a great deal of wit and historical insight.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSan Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Something new and quite wonderful . . . The Temeraire trilogy could well be this year’s Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBookPage\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A superbly written, character-driven series . . . What keeps one turning the pages is the urge to find out what happens next to Captain Laurence and Temeraire, characters who win one’s heart from the beginning. Bravo!”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eNaomi Novik\u003c\/b\u003e is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eA Deadly Education, The Last Graduate, \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Golden Enclaves, \u003c\/i\u003ethe award-winning novels \u003ci\u003eUprooted\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eSpinning Silver,\u003c\/i\u003e and the Temeraire series. She is a founder of the Organization for Transformative Works and the Archive of Our Own. She lives in New York City with her family and six computers.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The breeding grounds were called Pen Y Fan, after the hard, jagged slash  of the mountain at their heart, like an ax-blade, rimed with ice along its edge and  rising barren over the moorlands: a cold, wet Welsh autumn already, coming on towards  winter, and the other dragons sleepy and remote, uninterested in anything but their  meals. There were a few hundred of them scattered throughout the grounds, mostly  established in caves or on rocky ledges, wherever they could fit themselves; nothing  of comfort or even order provided for them, except the feedings, and the mowed-bare  strip of dirt around the borders, where torches were lit at night to mark the lines  past which they might not go, with the town-lights glimmering in the distance, cheerful  and forbidden.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Temeraire had hunted out and cleared a large cavern, on his arrival,  to sleep in; but it would be damp, no matter what he did in the way of lining it  with grass, or flapping his wings to move the air, which in any case did not suit  his instinctive notions of dignity: much better to endure every unpleasantness with  stoic patience, although that was not very satisfying when no-one would appreciate  the effort. The other dragons certainly did not.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He was quite sure he and Laurence  had done as they ought, in taking the cure to France, and no-one sensible could disagree;  but just in case, Temeraire had steeled himself to meet with either disapproval or  contempt, and he had worked out several very fine arguments in his defense. Most  importantly, of course, it was just a cowardly, sneaking way of fighting: if the  Government wished to beat Napoleon, they ought to fight him directly, and not make  his dragons sick to try and make him easy to defeat; as if British dragons could  not beat French dragons, without cheating. “And not only that,” he added, “but it  would not be only the French dragons who died: our friends from Prussia who are imprisoned  in their breeding grounds would also have got sick, and perhaps it might even have  gone so far as China; and that would be like stealing someone else’s food, even when  you are not hungry; or breaking their eggs.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He made this impressive speech to the  wall of his cave, as practice: they had refused to give him his sand-table, and he  had no-one of his crew to jot it down for him, either; he did not have Laurence,  who would have helped him work out just what to say. So he repeated the arguments  over to himself quietly, instead, so he should not forget them. And if these should  not suffice to persuade, he thought, he might point out that after all, he had brought  the cure back, in the first place: he and Laurence, with Maximus and Lily and the  rest of their formation, and if anyone had a right to say where it should be shared  out, they did: no-one would even have known of it if Temeraire had not contrived  to be sick in Africa, where the mushrooms which cured it grew.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He might have saved  the trouble. No-one accused him of anything, nor, as he had privately, a little wistfully,  thought just barely possible, hailed him as a hero; because they did not care.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The  older dragons, not feral but retired, were a little curious about the latest developments  in the war, but only distantly, more inclined to tell over their own battles of earlier  wars; and the rest had plenty of indignation over the recent epidemic, but only in  a provincial way. They cared that they and their own fellows had sickened and died;  they cared that the cure had taken so long to reach them; but it did not mean anything  to them that dragons in France had also been ill, or that the disease would have  spread, killing thousands, if Temeraire and Laurence had not taken over the cure;  they also did not care that the Lords of the Admiralty had called it treason, and  sentenced Laurence to die.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They had nothing to care for. They were fed, and there  was enough for everyone. If the shelter was not pleasant, it was no worse than what  even the retired dragons were used to, from the days of their active service; they  had none of them even heard of a pavilion, or thought they might be made more comfortable  than they were. No-one ever molested an egg; the grounds-keepers would take them  away, but with infinite care, in waggons lined with straw, hot-water bottles and  woolen blankets in the wintertime; and they would bring back reports until the eggs  were hatched and no more of anyone’s concern; so everyone knew the eggs were safe  in their hands; safer, even, than keeping them oneself, so even the dragons who had  not cared to take a captain themselves, at all, would often as not hand over their  own eggs. They could not go flying very far, because they were fed at no set time  but randomly, from day to day, so if one went away out of ear-shot of the bells,  one was likely to come too late, and go hungry all the day. So there was no larger  society, no intercourse with the other breeding grounds or with the coverts, except  when some other dragon came from afar, to mate; even that was arranged for them.  Instead they sat, willing prisoners in their own territory, Temeraire thought bitterly;  he would never have endured it if not for Laurence, only for Laurence, who would  surely be put to death at once if Temeraire did not obey.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He held himself aloof  from their society at first. There was his cave to be arranged: despite its fine  prospect it had been left vacant for being inconveniently shallow, and he was rather  crammed-in; but there was a much larger chamber beyond, visible through holes in  the back wall, which he gradually opened up with the slow and cautious use of his  roar. Slower, even, than perhaps necessary—he was very willing to have the task consume  several days. The cave had then to be cleared of debris, old gnawed bones and inconvenient  boulders, which he scraped out painstakingly even from the corners too small for  him to lie in, for neatness’ sake; and he found a few rough boulders in the valley  and used them to grind the cave walls a little smoother, by dragging them back and  forth, throwing up a great cloud of dust.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It made him sneeze, but he kept on; he  was not going to live in a raw untidy hole. He knocked down stalactites from the  ceiling, and beat protrusions flat into the floor, and when he was satisfied, he  arranged along the sides of what was now his antechamber, with careful nudges of  his talons, some attractive rocks and old, dead tree-branches, twisted and bleached  white, which he had collected from the woods and ravines. He would have liked a pond  and a fountain, but he could not see how to bring the water up, or how to make it  run when he had got it there, so he settled for picking out a promontory on Llyn  y Fan Fawr which jutted into the lake, and considering it also his own.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To finish  he carved the characters of his name into the cliff face by the entrance, and also  in English, although the letter R gave him some difficulty and came out looking rather  like the reversed numeral 4; then he was done with that, and routine crept up and  devoured his days. To rise, when the sun came in at the cave-mouth; to take a little  exercise, to nap, to rise again when the herdsmen rang the bell, to eat, then to  nap and to exercise again, and then back to sleep; and that was the end of the day,  there was nothing more. He hunted for himself, once, and so did not go to the daily  feeding; later that day one of the small dragons brought up the grounds-master,  Mr. Lloyd, and a surgeon, to be sure that he was not ill; and they lectured him on  poaching sternly enough to make him uneasy for Laurence’s sake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For all that, Lloyd  did not think of him as a traitor, either; did not think enough of him to consider  him one. The grounds-master only cared about his charges so far as they all stayed  inside the borders, and ate, and mated; he recognized neither dignity nor stoicism,  and anything which Temeraire did out of the ordinary was only a bit of fussing. “Come  now, we have a fresh lady Anglewing visiting to-day,” Lloyd would say, jocularly,  “quite a nice little piece; we will have a fine evening, eh? Perhaps we would like  a bite of veal, first? Yes, we would, I am sure,” providing the responses with the  questions, so Temeraire had nothing to do but sit and listen; and as Lloyd was a  little hard of hearing, if Temeraire did try to say, “No, I would rather have some  venison, and you might roast it first,” he was sure to be ignored.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was almost  enough to put one off making eggs, and in any case Temeraire was growing uncomfortably  sure that his mother would not have approved in the least, how often they wished  him to try, and how indiscriminately. Lien would certainly have sniffed in the most  insulting way. It was not the fault of the female dragons sent to visit him, they  were all very pleasant, but most of them had never managed an egg before, and some  had never even been in a real battle or done anything interesting at all. So then  they were embarrassed, as they did not have any suitable present for him which might  have made up for it; and it was not as though he could pretend that he was not a  very remarkable dragon, even if he liked to. Which he did not, very much, although  he would have tried for Bellusa, a poor young Malachite Reaper without a single action  to her name, sent by the Admiralty from Edinburgh, who miserably offered him a small  knotted rug, which was all her confused captain would afford: it might have made  a blanket for Temeraire’s largest talon.New York Times bestselling author of A Deadly Education","brand":"Del Rey","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305342718181,"sku":"NP9780593359587","price":18.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593359587.jpg?v=1767743442","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/victory-of-eagles-isbn-9780593359587","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}