The Winner's Curse by Marie Rutkoski (English) Paperback Book

Description: The Winner's Curse by Marie Rutkoski Includes Q & A with the author; discussion questions; sneak peak of The winners crime. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In the tradition of Kristin Cashore and Cassandra Clare comes The Winners Curse, a brilliant, unputdownable, star-crossed romance from New York Times bestselling author Marie Rutkoski.Winning what you want may cost you everything you loveThey were never meant to be together. As a generals daughter, seventeen-year-old Kestrel enjoys an extravagant and privileged life. Arin has nothing but the clothes on his back. Then Kestrel makes an impulsive decision that binds Arin to her. Though they try to fight it, they cant help but fall in love. In order to be together, they must betray their people . . . but to be loyal to their country, they must betray each other. Set in a new world, The Winners Curse is a story of rebellion, duels, ballroom dances, wicked rumors, dirty secrets, and games where everything is at stake, and the gamble is whether you will keep your head or lose your heart. Author Biography Marie Rutkoski is the author of The Shadow Society and the Kronos Chronicles, which includes The Cabinet of Wonders. She is a professor at Brooklyn College and lives in New York City. Review "*[A] spellbinding first book in a trilogy about a pair of star-crossed lovers in a society marred by class warfare....Like any epic page-turner worth its salt, Rutkoskis richly imagined world is full of dynamic repartee, gruesome battle scenes, and shifting alliances. A high-stakes cliffhanger will leave readers eagerly awaiting the next book." --Publishers Weekly, STARRED REVIEW "*Rich characterization, exquisite worldbuilding and rock-solid storytelling make this a fantasy of unusual intelligence and depth...Precise details and elegant prose make this world fresh and vivid. The intricate and suspenseful plot, filled with politics, intrigue and even graphic violence, features neither heroes nor villains; every character displays a complex mixture of talents, flaws and motives...Breathtaking, tragic and true." --Kirkus Reviews, STARRED REVIEW "*A forbidden romance. The romance is heartstoppingly lovely and admittedly steamy . . . but the raising of stakes and the reluctance of the couple to give up their respective cause, even as they confess their love for each other, lends their relationship a complexity not often seen in the genre . . . A last-minute compromise between the lovers secures a sequel, and fans of Kristin Cashore and Robin Lefevers will be pleased to have a new romance to follow." --Bulletin of the Center for Childrens Books (BCCB), STARRED REVIEW "Every line in The Winners Curse is beautifully written. The story is masterfully plotted. The characters dilemmas fascinated me and tore at my heart. This book gave me a rare and special reading experience: I never knew what was going to happen next. I loved it. I want more." --Kristin Cashore, New York Times bestselling author of the Graceling Realm books "The Winners Curse is breathtaking, a lyrical triumph in YA fantasy. Marie Rutkoski writes with tremendous power and has created an epic of fearless beauty. This book should not be missed." --Ann Aguirre, New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of the Razorland trilogy "The Winners Curse is magnificent. Gorgeous writing graces every page, and the story of Kestrel and Arin unfolds with all the complexity and beauty of a sonata. I was completely transfixed by them and their world." --Sarah Beth Durst, author of Conjured Review Quote The Winners Curse is magnificent. Gorgeous writing graces every page, and the story of Kestrel and Arin unfolds with all the complexity and beauty of a sonata. I was completely transfixed by them and their world. Excerpt from Book 1 She shouldnt have been tempted. This is what Kestrel thought as she swept the sailors silver off the impromptu gaming table set up in a corner of the market. "Dont go," said one sailor. "Stay," said another, but Kestrel cinched her wrist-strap velvet purse shut. The sun had lowered, and caramelized the color of things, which meant that she had played cards long enough to be noticed by someone who mattered. Someone who would tell her father. Cards wasnt even her favorite game. The silver wouldnt begin to pay for her silk dress, snagged from the splintery crate she had used as a stool. But sailors were much better adversaries than the average aristocrat. They flipped cards with feral tricks, swore when they lost, swore when they won, would gouge the last silver keystone coin out of a friend. And they cheated. Kestrel especially liked it when they cheated. It made beating them not quite so easy. She smiled and left them. Then her smile faded. This hour of thrilling risk was going to cost her. It wasnt the gambling that would infuriate her father, or the company she had kept. No, General Trajan was going to want to know why his daughter was in the city market alone. Other people wondered, too. She saw it in their eyes as she threaded through market stalls offering open sacks of spice, the scents mingling with salty air that wafted from the nearby port. Kestrel guessed the words people didnt dare whisper as she passed. Of course they didnt speak. They knew who she was. And she knew what they would say. Where was Lady Kestrels escort? And if she had no friend or family available to escort her to the market, where was her slave? Well, as for a slave, they had been left at her villa. Kestrel did not need them. As for the whereabouts of her escort, she was wondering the same thing. Jess had wandered off to look at the wares. Kestrel last saw her weaving like a flower-drunk bee through the stalls, her pale blond hair almost white in the summer sun. Technically, Jess could get in as much trouble as Kestrel. It wasnt allowed for a young Valorian girl who wasnt a member of the military to walk alone. But Jesss parents doted on her, and they hardly had the same notion of discipline as the highest-ranking general in the Valorian army. Kestrel scanned the stalls for her friend, and finally caught the gleam of blond braids styled in the latest fashion. Jess was talking to a jewelry seller who dangled a pair of earrings. The translucent gold droplets caught the light. Kestrel drew closer. "Topaz," the elderly woman was saying to Jess. "To brighten your lovely brown eyes. Only ten keystones." There was a hard set to the jewelry sellers mouth. Kestrel met the womans gray eyes and noticed that her wrinkled skin was browned from years of working outdoors. She was Herrani, but a brand on her wrist proved that she was free. Kestrel wondered how she had earned that freedom. Slaves freed by their masters were rare. Jess glanced up. "Oh, Kestrel," she breathed. "Arent these earrings perfect?" Maybe if the weight of silver in Kestrels purse hadnt dragged at her wrist she would have said nothing. Maybe if that drag at her wrist hadnt also dragged at her heart with dread, Kestrel would have thought before she spoke. But instead she blurted what was the obvious truth. "Theyre not topaz. Theyre glass." There was a sudden bubble of silence. It expanded, grew thin and sheer. People around them were listening. The earrings trembled in midair. Because the jewelry sellers bony fingers were trembling. Because Kestrel had just accused her of trying to cheat a Valorian. And what would happen next? What would happen to any Herrani in this womans position? What would the crowd witness? An officer of the city guard called to the scene. A plea of innocence, ignored. Old hands bound to the whipping post. Lashes until blood darkened the market dirt. "Let me see," Kestrel said, her voice imperious, because she was very good at being imperious. She reached for the earrings and pretended to examine them. "Ah. It seems I was mistaken. Indeed they are topaz." "Take them," whispered the jewelry seller. "We are not poor. We have no need of a gift from someone such as you." Kestrel set coins on the womans table. The bubble of silence broke, and shoppers returned to discussing whatever ware had caught their fancy. Kestrel gave the earrings to Jess and led her away. As they walked, Jess studied one earring, letting it swing like a tiny bell. "So they are real?" "No." "How can you tell?" "Theyre completely unclouded," Kestrel said. "No flaws. Ten keystones was too cheap a price for topaz of that quality." Jess might have commented that ten keystones was too great a price for glass. But she said only, "The Herrani would say that the god of lies must love you, you see things so clearly." Kestrel remembered the womans stricken gray eyes. "The Herrani tell too many stories." They had been dreamers. Her father always said that this was why they had been easy to conquer. "Everyone loves stories," Jess said. Kestrel stopped to take the earrings from Jess and slip them into her friends ears. "Then wear these to the next society dinner. Tell everyone you paid an outrageous sum, and they will believe theyre true jewels. Isnt that what stories do, make real things fake, and fake things real?" Jess smiled, turning her head from side to side so that the earrings glittered. "Well? Am I beautiful?" "Silly. You know you are." Jess led the way now, slipping past a table with brass bowls holding powdered dye. "Its my turn to buy something for you," she said. "I have everything I need." "You sound like an old woman! One would think youre seventy, not seventeen." The crowd was thicker now, filled with the golden features of Valorians, hair and skin and eyes ranging from honey tones to light brown. The occasional dark heads belonged to well-dressed house slaves, who had come with their masters and stayed close to their sides. "Dont look so troubled," Jess said. "Come, I will find something to make you happy. A bracelet?" But that reminded Kestrel of the jewelry seller. "We should go home." "Sheet music?" Kestrel hesitated. "Aha," said Jess. She seized Kestrels hand. "Dont let go." This was an old game. Kestrel closed her eyes and was tugged blindly after Jess, who laughed, and then Kestrel laughed, too, as she had years ago when they first met. The general had been impatient with his daughters mourning. "Your mothers been dead half a year," he had said. "That is long enough." Finally, he had had a senator in a nearby villa bring his daughter, also eight years old, to visit. The men went inside Kestrels house. The girls were told to stay outside. "Play," the general had ordered. Jess had chattered at Kestrel, who ignored her. Finally, Jess stopped. "Close your eyes," she said. Curious, Kestrel did. Jess had grabbed her hand. "Dont let go!" They tore over the generals grassy grounds, slipping and tumbling and laughing. It was like that now, except for the press of people around them. Jess slowed. Then she stopped and said, "Oh." Kestrel opened her eyes. The girls had come to a waist-high wooden barrier that overlooked a pit below. "You brought me here ?" "I didnt mean to," said Jess. "I got distracted by a womans hat-did you know hats are in fashion?-and was following to get a better look, and…" "And brought us to the slave market." The crowd had congealed behind them, noisy with restless anticipation. There would be an auction soon. Kestrel stepped back. She heard a smothered oath when her heel met someones toes. "Well never get out now," Jess said. "We might as well stay until the auctions over." Hundreds of Valorians were gathered before the barrier, which curved in a wide semicircle. Everyone in the crowd was dressed in silks, each with a dagger strapped to the hip, though some-like Jess-wore it more as an ornamental toy than a weapon. The pit below was empty, save for a large wooden auction block. "At least we have a good view." Jess shrugged. Kestrel knew that Jess understood why her friend had claimed loudly that the glass earrings were topaz. Jess understood why they had been purchased. But the girls shrug reminded Kestrel that there were certain things they couldnt discuss. "Ah," said a pointy-chinned woman at Kestrels side. "At last." Her eyes narrowed on the pit and the stocky man walking into its center. He was Herrani, with the typical black hair, though his skin was pale from an easy life, no doubt due to the same favoritism that had gotten him this job. This was someone who had learned how to please his Valorian conquerors. The auctio Details ISBN1250056977 Author Marie Rutkoski Short Title WINNERS CURSE Pages 384 Audience Age 12-18 Publisher Square Fish Language English ISBN-10 1250056977 ISBN-13 9781250056979 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2015 Publication Date 2015-03-03 Series Number 1 Imprint Square Fish Series Winners Trilogy Audience Teenage / Young adult UK Release Date 2015-03-03 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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