The Oracle's Queen

The Oracle's Queen

by Lynn Flewelling

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Under the rule of a usurper king, the realm of Skala has suffered famine, plague, and invasion. But now the time for the rightful heir has come, a return to the tradition of warrior queens. And the Lightbearer’s prophecy is to be upheld at last: so long as a daughter of the royal line defends and rules, Skala will never be subjugated.

Now a mystical fire has burned away the male body known as Prince Tobin, revealing Princess Tamír, a girl on the verge of womanhood–and a queen ready to claim her birthright after a life in disguise under the protection of wizards and witches. But will her people, her army–and the friends she was forced to deceive–accept her? Worse, will the crown’s rival heir, friend to Tobin, turn foe to Tamír, igniting civil war in a fierce battle for Skala?

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ISBN-13: 9780553583458
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/27/2006
Series: Tamir Triad Series
Pages: 576
Sales rank: 539,031
Product dimensions: 4.24(w) x 6.79(h) x 1.26(d)

About the Author

Lynn Flewelling was born in Presque Isle, Maine, which—contrary to common assumption—is not an island. She received her undergraduate from the University of Maine at Presque Isle, where she majored in English, minored in History, and received a teaching certificate she had no intention of ever using. Since then, she has studied literature, veterinary medicine, ancient Greek among other things, and worked as a necropsy technician, a house painter, an office worker, a freelance editor, a freelance journalist (, and yes, even as a teacher now and then, an instructor of workshops—on creativity and fiction writing.

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Chapter 1

The cold night breeze shifted, blowing stinging smoke from old Teolin's campfire into Mahti's eyes. The young witch blinked it away, but remained squatting motionless, his bearskin cloak pulled around him like a little hut. It was bad luck to fidget during this last crucial step of the making.

The old witch hummed happily as he heated his knife again and again, using the tip and edge to incise the rings of dark, intricate patterns that now covered most of the long wooden tube. Teolin was ancient. His wrinkled brown skin hung on his skinny frame like old cloth and his bones showed through. The witch marks on his face and body were hard to read, distorted by the ravages of time.

His hair hung over his shoulders in a thin tangle of yellowed strands. Years of making had left his blunt, knobby fingers stained black, but they were as nimble as ever.

Mahti's last oo'lu had cracked one cold night this past midwinter, after he'd played out an elder's gallstones. It had taken months of searching to find the right kind of bildi branch to make a new one. Bildi trees weren't scarce, but you had to find a sapling trunk or large branch that had been ant-hollowed, and the right size to give a good tone. "High as your chin, and four fingers broad"; so he'd been taught and so it was.

He'd found plenty of flawed branches in the hills around his village: knotted ones, cracked ones, others with holes eaten out through the side. The large black ants that followed the rising sap through the heartwood were industrious but undiscerning craftsmen.

He'd finally found one, and cut his horn stave from it. But it was bad luck for a witch to make his own instrument, even if he had the skill. Each must be earned and given from the hand of another. So he'd strapped it to his back over his bearskin cloak and snowshoed for three days and nights to bring it to Teolin.

The old man was the best oo'lu maker in the eastern hills. Witch men had been coming to him for three generations and he turned away more than he accepted.

It took weeks to make an oo'lu. During this time it was Mahti's job to chop wood, cook food, and generally make himself useful while Teolin worked.

Teolin first stripped the bark and used live coals to burn out the last of the ants' leavings. When the stave was fully hollowed he went out of earshot to test the tone. Satisfied, he and Mahti rested and traded spells for a week while the hollow branch hung drying in the rafters near the smoke hole of Teolin's hut.

It dried without warping or cracking. Teolin sawed the ends square and rubbed beeswax into the wood until it gleamed. Then they'd waited two more days for the full moon.

Tonight was the sit-still.

That afternoon Mahti had scraped away the snow in front of the hut and dragged out an old lion skin for Teolin to sit on. He laid a large fire, with more wood stacked within easy reach, and hunkered down to tend it.

Teolin sat down wrapped in his moth-eaten bearskin and set to work. Using a heated iron knife, he etched the rings of magic onto the wood. Mahti watched with rapt attention as he fed the fire, marveling at how the designs seemed to flow from the tip of the blade, like ink onto deerskin. He wondered if it would come so easily to him, when the time came for him to make oo'lus for others?

Now the Mother's full white face was high overhead and Mahti's ankles ached from squatting, but the oo'lu was nearly done.

When the last of the rings was complete, Teolin dipped the mouth end in a little pot of melted wax, then rolled a softened lump of it into a thin coil and pressed it in a ring to the waxed end of the horn. He squinted across at Mahti, gauging the size of his mouth, and pinched the wax in until the opening was about two thumbs wide.

Satisfied at last, he gave Mahti a toothless grin. "Ready to learn this one's name?"

Mahti's heart beat faster as he stood and stretched the stiffness from his legs. His last oo'lu, Moon Plow, had served him seven years. In that time he'd become a man and a healer. Honoring the Moon Plow mark, he'd planted many fine children in women's bellies at Mother Shek'met's festivals. His sons and daughters were scattered through three valleys and some of the oldest were already showing witch's talent.

When Moon Plow cracked, this cycle of his life ended. He was twenty-three summers old, and his next future was about to be revealed.

Drawing his own knife, he cut his right palm and held it over the mouth of the oo'lu as Teolin held it. A few drops of his blood fell inside it as he sang the claiming spell. The black tracery of witch marks across his face, arms, and chest tickled like spider feet. When he thrust his hand into the fire, he didn't feel the heat of it. Straightening, he moved to the far side of the fire and faced the old man. "I'm ready."

Teolin held the oo'lu upright and chanted the blessing, then tossed it across to Mahti.

He caught it awkwardly in his fire hand, gripping it well below the center. Even hollow, it was a heavy thing. It nearly overbalanced, and if it had fallen, he'd have had to burn it and start all over again. But he managed to hang on to it, gritting his teeth until the witch marks faded completely from sight on his arms. He took the horn in his left hand and inspected it. The shiny black print of his fire hand was branded into the wood.

Teolin took it back and carefully examined how the marks of Mahti's splayed fingers intersected the carved designs. He was a long time at it, humming and sucking his gums.

"What's wrong?" asked Mahti. "Is it a bad luck cycle?"

"This is the Sojourn mark you've made. You better spit for it."

Teolin scratched a circle in the ashes at the edge of the fire with his knife. Mahti took a mouthful of water from the gourd and spat forcefully into the circle, then turned away quickly as Teolin hunkered down to interpret the marks.

The old man sighed. "You'll travel among strangers until this oo'lu cracks. Whether that's good luck or bad, only the Mother knows, and she doesn't feel like telling me tonight. But it's a strong mark you made. You'll travel a long way."

Mahti bowed respectfully. If Teolin said it would be so, then it would be. Best just to accept it. "When do I go? Will I see Lhamila's child born?"

Teolin sucked his gums again, staring down at the spit marks. "Go home by a straight path tomorrow and lay your blessings on her belly. A sign will come. But now, let's hear this fine horn I've made for you!"

Mahti settled his mouth firmly inside the wax mouthpiece. It was still warm and smelled of summer. Closing his eyes, he filled his cheeks with air and blew gently out through loosened lips.

Sojourn's deep voice came to life with his breath. He hardly had to adjust his playing style at all before the rich, steady drone warmed the wood beneath his hands. Gazing up at the white moon, he sent a silent thanks to the Mother. Whatever his new fate was, he knew already that he would do great magic with Sojourn, surpassing all he'd done with Moon Plow.

By the time he finished the claiming song he was light-headed. "It's good!" he gasped. "Are you ready?"

The old man nodded and hobbled back into the hut.

They'd agreed on the payment their first day together. Mahti lit the bear fat lamp and set it by the piled furs of the sleeping platform.

Teolin shrugged off his cloak and undid the ties of his shapeless robe. The elk and bear teeth decorating it clicked softly as he let it fall. He stretched out on his pallet, and Mahti knelt and ran his eyes over the old man's body, feeling compassion tinged with sadness rise in his heart. No one knew how old Teolin was, not even the old witch himself. Time had eaten most of the flesh from his frame. His penis, said to have planted more than five hundred festival seeds, now lay like a shrunken thumb against his hairless sac.

The old man smiled gently. "Do what you can. Neither the Mother nor I ask more than that."

Mahti leaned down, kissed the old man's lined brow, and drew the fusty bearskin up to Teolin's chin to keep him warm. Settling beside the platform, he rested the end of the horn close to the old man's side, closed his eyes, and began the spell song.

With lips and tongue and breath, he altered the drone to a sonorous, rhythmic pulse. The sound filled Mahti's head and chest, making his bones shiver. He gathered the energies and sent them out through Sojourn to Teolin. He could feel the song enter the old man, lifting the strong soul free of the frail, pain-wracked body, letting it drift up through the smoke hole like milkweed fluff. Bathing in the light of a full moon was very healing for a soul. It returned to the body cleansed and gave a clear mind and good health.

Satisfied, Mahti changed the song, tightening his lips to weave in the night croak of a heron, the booming boast of grandfather frog, and the high, reedy chorus of all the little peepers who knew the rain's secrets. With these, he washed the hot sand from the old man's joints and cleansed the little biting spirits from his intestines. Searching deeper, he smelled a shadow in Teolin's chest and followed it to a dark mass in the upper lobe of his liver. The death there was still asleep, curled tight like a child in the womb. This, Mahti could not cleanse away. Some were fated to carry their own deaths. Teolin would understand. For now, at least, there was no pain.

Mahti let his mind wander on through the old man's body, soothing the old fractures in his right heel and left arm, pressing the pus away from the root of a broken molar, dissolving the grit in the old man's bladder and kidneys. For all its wizened appearance, Teolin's penis was still strong. Mahti played the sound of a forest fire into his sac. The old man had a few more festivals in him; let the Mother be served by another generation bearing his fine old blood.

The rest was all old scars, long since healed or accepted. Allowing himself a whim, he played the white owl's call through Teolin's long bones, then droned the soul back down into the old man's flesh.

When he was finished, he was surprised to see pink dawn light shining in through the smoke hole. He was covered in sweat and shaking, but elated. Smoothing his hand down the polished length of the oo'lu, he whispered, "We will do great things, you and I."

Teolin stirred and opened his eyes.

"The owl song tells me you are one hundred and eight years old," Mahti informed him.

The old man chuckled. "Thank you. I'd lost track." He reached out and touched the handprint on the oo'lu. "I caught a vision for you while I slept. I saw the moon, but it was not the Mother's round moon. It was a crescent, sharp as a snake's tooth. I've seen that vision only once before, not too long ago. It was for a witch from Eagle Valley village."

"Did she learn what it meant?"

"I don't know. She went away with some oreskiri. I've never heard anything of her return. Her name is Lhel. If you meet her in your travels, give her my greeting. Perhaps she can tell you the meaning."

"Thank you, I'll do that. But you still don't know if my fate is a good one or a bad one?"

"I've never walked Sojourn's path. Perhaps it depends on where your feet take you. Walk bravely in your all travels, honor the Mother, and remember who you are. Do that and you will continue to be a good man, and a fine witch."

Mahti left the old man's clearing at dawn the next day, Teolin's blessing still tingling on his brow.

Plodding over the crusty snow, Sojourn a comforting weight across his shoulders in its sling, he smelled the first hint of spring on the morning air. Later, as the sun rose over the peaks, he heard it in the dripping of water from bare branches.

He knew this trail well. The rhythmic crunch and rasp of his snowshoes lulled him into a light trance and his thoughts drifted. He wondered if he'd plant different kinds of children now than he had under the Moon Plow sign? Then again, if he were to travel far, would he plant any children at all?

He wasn't surprised when the vision came. He often had them at moments like these, tramping alone through the peace of the forest.

The winding path became a river under his feet, and the sinew and bent ash of his snowshoes grew into a little boat that bobbed gently on the current. Instead of the thick forest on the far bank, there was open land, very green and fertile. He knew in the way of visions that this must be the southland, where his people had once lived, before the foreigners and their oreskiri had driven them into the hills.

A woman stood between a tall man and a young girl on that bank, and she waved to Mahti as if she knew him. She was Retha'noi like him, and naked. Dark-skinned and small, her fine, ripe body was covered with witch marks. The fact that she was naked in the vision told him that she was dead, a spirit coming to him with a message.

Greetings, my brother. I am Lhel.

Mahti's eyes widened as he recognized the name. This was the woman Teolin had spoken of, the one who'd gone away with the southlanders on a sojourn of her own. She smiled at him and he smiled back; this was the Mother's will.

She beckoned him to join her but his boat would not move.

He looked more closely at the others with her. They were black-haired, too, but the man's was cut short and the girl's hung in long waves around her shoulders rather than the coarse curls of his people. They were taller, too, and pale as a pair of bones. The young man had an aura of strong magic about him: oreskiri, surely, but with a hint of power Mahti recognized. This witch, Lhel, must have taught him something of their ways. That was troubling, even though Teolin had spoken no ill of her.

The girl did not have magic, but Lhel pointed to the ground at the girl's feet and Mahti saw that she had a double shadow, one male, and one female.

He didn't know how to interpret the vision yet, except that these two were both living people, and southlanders. He was not afraid or angry to see them here in his mountains, though. Maybe it was the way the other witch rested her hands on their shoulders, love so clear in her dark eyes. She looked at Mahti again and made a sign of bequeathing. She was giving these two strangers into his care, but why?

Without thinking, he set the new oo'lu to his lips and played a song he did not recognize.

The vision passed and the forest path returned around him. He was standing in a clearing, still playing that song. He didn't know what it was for; perhaps it was for the southlanders. He would play it for them when they met and see if they knew.

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Oracle's Queen 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 39 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I pick up these three books a couple of days ago and read them all. I fell in love. The books have darkness and confusion, as well as tenderness and love. The author doesn't hold anything back and it makes these books amazing. All the characters are real with their own strength and weaknesses. And personally, I loved Brother. That's all, read them and love them!
bibrarybookslut on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Tamir Trilogy is truly a `proper' trilogy - that is, a single story, broken up into three volumes, as opposed to a series of self-contained, interconnected books. Book 3 (The Oracle's Queen) brings all the threads together for a triumphant conclusion. War comes to the kingdom, forcing an end to the awkward stasis that has plagued the land. When the King is slain, Prince Korin must take the throne, having already proven himself a poor choice to lead the land in battle. In order to save the realm from Korin's failings (and the greater failings of his court wizard), Tobin must reveal herself to the world and declare herself Queen Tamir. Even though we, as readers, know it's coming - it's inevitable, in fact - the dissolution of the magic, revealing Tobin as Tamir, is absolutely breathtaking. It's bold, it's beautiful, and (for the sake of regal legitimacy) it's very much public. This is an act that needs to be witnessed, and witnessed it is! If her coming out doesn't leave you in tears, then you have my condolences for your absent heart. Sadly, this magical moment does not mark an end to Tamir's suffering. If anything, it adds to it. Many across the kingdom refuse to believe it, either accusing her (ironically) of being a boy in drag, or simply distrusting the magic used to disguise her for so many years. I have no idea whether Flewelling has any transgender friends, or whether she intended to so accurately mirror the experience of a modern day transsexual, but she does a magnificent job.
korepersephone on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Powerful ending to another fantastic series! Makes me want to go back and read Nightrunner again with all this knowledge of a previous queen, especially with the brief mention of Corruth and how it will tie in with the Lerans in the first book. Also loved seeing the very first hints of Rhíminee!
flemmily on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I picked up this book based on the recommendations that if you liked Tamora Pierce's Alanna series, you'd like The Bone Doll's twin. I would agree that they are very similar, but this series is much darker and scarier. A great ending for this series. Bloody battles, revenge, and romance. I did want a little more romantic payoff at the end, but all in all very satisfying.
Jenson_AKA_DL on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Now that Tobin has become Tamir fate is calling for her to complete her destiny and wrest her lands from her beloved cousin Korin no matter what the cost. The last third of this tale is just as gripping as the first two parts as evidenced by the fact that I just spent about the last eight hours straight reading the book! The only part that I kind of skimmed over was the chapter about Niryn's past history which I wasn't very interested in. Other than that it was a wonderfully engrossing tale. I loved all the little references that harken back (or forward, I guess) to the Nightrunner books, especially the creation of Rhiminee. The battle scenes had me on the edge of my seat throughout and I generally just had a really hard time putting the book down at all.This is a highly imaginative dark fantasy story that I enjoyed immensely and would whole heartedly recommend, although you may want to make sure you have the full set in your possession prior to starting.
Kassilem on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Now I'm sad, because this was the end of the trilogy. I liked it just as much as I liked the first two, but it did have a different air to it. Most of that is probably because Tobin the boy is now fully Tamir the woman, but also the fact that the book focused more on relationships than identity. Ki and Tamir's conversations were great to follow, since Ki knows more about females than Tamir does. Flewelling has a certain predictability if you've read her Nightrunner series, but there was still some tension laced through the story that made it hard to put the book down. Can't wait to read more from Flewelling. I'm waiting for her Casket of Souls book in 2012 to finish the second trilogy of Sergil and Alec, and then maybe she'll write more about Tamir and Ki? I hope. They're only sixteen in this trilogy and I feel like there¿s so much more that could happen. I'm crossing my fingers. Even if that's not the case you can bet I'll be reading whatever else she writes.
bibliojim on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Oracle's Queen is the third book of a trilogy that begins with The Bone Doll's Twin and continues with Hidden Warrior, though there is no obvious indication on the cover or front pages that it is part of a series. Surprisingly, the book can be read as a standalone novel since it is fairly well self-contained. However, I wouldn't recommend it, because it will lose some of its entertainment value without the pleasure of seeing how it winds up storylines from the previous books.The story opens with a new heir to the throne of Skala - Tamir, a 15-year-old girl who spent the first fifteen years of her life as a boy in an effort to hide her from her murderous uncle. Her former sex was magically burned away at the culmination of a battle to fend off a brutal invasion which resulted in the destruction of the capital city and the scattering of former friends into two camps, Tamir in one and her cousin, Korin, the son of a usurper uncle, in the other. The uncle's death left ignoble Korin, a man of weak character, as the heir apparent. Then Tamir changed form and claimed title to the throne as the only female direct descendent of the last rightful queen. Korin has not seen the transformation from Tamir's male form to her feminine, and believes it is a lie or a necromancer's trick. The primary storyline of the book resolves their conflicting claims on the throne.This primary plot is not played very well. At the beginning of the book both factions are in their respective camps. Except for two brief military skirmishes by Tamir's forces, they remain in those camps, out of contact with each other, until the end of the book. There is thus not much of interest in the conflict between Korin and Tamir until the obligatory final battle looms at the far end of the book. The story would have benefitted from a little intrigue to keep the reader wondering what was going to happen.The second most prominent storyline is the response of Tamir's squire, Ki, to her sex change. This storyline occupies perhaps as much as a hundred pages scattered throughout the book, but unfortunately becomes quite repetitive. It resolves well at the end, but far too much is made of their relationship - unless, of course, a slow-moving but well-indulged romance without any twists or turns and with an ending that can safely be assumed from the beginning is just your cup of tea.Tamir's own adaptation to her sex change doesn't seem to be taken too seriously by the author. The only things remarked upon are the obvious physical differences and the difficulties in new clothing style. Opportunities for social commentary were passed upon.Another storyline involves the scheming of a truly despicable antagonist, the wizard Niryn. He puts Saruman of Lord of the Rings to shame in despicable deeds and is a fascinating if truly slimy character. He only appears here and there in the story, rarely taking direct part in the action, but one nevertheless keeps hoping to see him get his well-deserved comeuppance, which... well, you can probably guess whether he does or not.The most interesting storyline involves loyal friends of Korin who see him being influenced by the evil Niryn and want to see him restored to his better self. They must somehow reconcile their opinions of his deeds with their love for him and sense of loyalty towards him. Many parts of this storyline are extremely well-done and the different ways in which characters resolve their impossible position are quite moving at times. The weakness of Korin's character is depicted with skill, and it meshes perfectly with his friends' concerns.Another storyline involves a demon Tamir calls "Brother." He is sometimes with her, but as a character his role is extremely minor in this book. In earlier books in the series he has been shown to be untrustworthy, but in 'The Oracle's Queen' he is merely an unwelcome attendant to her dreams and an occasional helper. He consistently demands revenge for his murder. It is Tamir's task to find w
krasiviye.slova on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I suggest that anyone starting this trilogy -- which begins with The Bone Doll's Twin followed by Hidden Warrior get all three books at once. The plot is engrossing and the characters are sympathetic, memorable, and imminently human.
Stewartry on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The story begins (two books earlier) with a kingdom where the god has decreed that rule must be held by a queen of the blood. He meant it; the few times a man has usurped the throne there have been plagues, famines, and other signs of deific displeasure. However, the last queen was completely mad, and her son wound up with the crown as his sister was too young to rule... and then it turned out the sister had inherited a bit of the mother's mad streak... The king was a good ruler, and beloved despite the plague and invasion and bad harvests (he was better than his mother had been), and, well, female offshoots of the blood just sort of started disappearing. It was a definite pattern of elimination, though no one dared voice the observation (there was a wizard at work there), and finally the god gave a vision to a wizard of more loyalty to the land: the king's sister was pregnant, and would have twins, a girl and a boy. The only way to restore the throne to a queen would be to make it appear that nature did the king's work: that the girl was stillborn. In reality the task that was set before them was terrible: the boy, perfectly healthy, must die, and the girl must take on his appearance until the time she might take the crown. Naturally, nothing goes smoothly - there is an interruption just as the boy is born, and the witch midwife does not smother him quickly enough - he has time to draw a first breath, which in this world is all that is needed to create a demon/ghost. And boy does it... The trilogy follows the life of the "boy", who is until puberty totally ignorant of his true birth, as is everyone else in the world but the parents, two wizards, the midwife, and the wetnurse. The revelation, the transformation, the battle for the kingdom - that's the trilogy, and I loved every word. With some books I skim because I'm bored; with these there were places I galumphed through the pages and missed chunks just because I wanted to know what happened next. These books were nearly perfect.
surreality on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Plot: There were a few surprises in the subplots, but nothing really in the main plot since everything moves along the inevitable events set up in the previous two installments. The ending is hardly a surprise either. As the third book in a trilogy, the purpose was mostly to wrap up the open plots from the first and second book. Characters: Flewelling is handling a large character cast very well here; you never feel like you don't hear enough about someone or don't know the motivations well enough. There is also a very satisfying lack of whimpering women. Style: The style of the books in the Nightrunner universe has improved a lot compared to the beginnings. There could be a little more description at times, and the language is not on the lush and poetic side, but it fits the genre and the settings. A good rhythm to reading, and you don't get thrown by awkward phrasings. Plus: It's a good conclusion to the series. Plenty of cameos by known characters. Minus: A little too predictable at times. Summary: The book delivers what it promises. Solid fantasy adventure with a touch of horror and magic.
BMVCOE on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was insanely excited when one of my classmates mentioned it had come out--I've been waiting for it for a while--and I finally walked down to Barnes and Nobles and picked it up. I subsequently took it home and read the whole thing until almost 5 am. (I love vacation.) In comparison to the first two, this one had a rushed, frantic feel to the if Flewelling knew she had to finish everything up in this book. Of course, an editor could have cut some things out that would have made it go a little slower. But I liked it overall...there were a few things I didn't expect, and one thing I definitely didn't see coming. The author was such a tease, though, telling us at the end of the book that the storyline that wasn't finished up is continued in another series of hers. Meaning I'll have to go to the library now and find those books. Or ask Kelly, since I know she has them--she told me she has to own every book she reads! If I did that, I'd have no space in my house! Yay for libraries.
bookishjoxer on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Loved it. I loved this whole series. It was unique and refreshing from other fantasy/sci-fi books I have read in the past
lewispike on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A good, well worked ending to the series. It feels a bit anti-climactic because there's a deus ex machina to wrap up some loose ends quickly and perhaps too neatly.Still well worth reading though.
wyvernfriend on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Interesting end to the sequence, leaving some questions but enough to wind up the story of Tamir. I have to admit that I too kept thinking of her as Tobin, with Ki. The love between Tamir and Ki has to find it's true shape, is it friendship or something deeper?Also she has to do something about Korin. She doesn't want to kill him but she mightn't have a choice as he seems determined to kill her. His dark magician is plotting for the future.An interesting end, interesting to see also how different types of dark magic can be used and the aftereffects of using dark or darkish magic to do good. A satisfying conclusion to the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the character development and how the story unfolded. The pacing was good and didn't get bogged down.
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A must read!
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