Also by Jessica Cluess. See all books by Jessica Cluess. Product Details. Inspired by Your Browsing History. Related Articles. Looking for More Great Reads? Download Hi Res. I see so many ships forming and sinking, and my heart is just confused! I won't say it is a love triangle exactly, everyone's feelings are all tossed about.
Either way it's entertaining, and I can't wait to see where Jessica takes it. As great as romance is though, the real winner is the friendship and camaraderie in this book.
I love how the Sorcerers that Henrietta trains with stand with and support one another. Jessica casts so many tendrils and plants so many clues that will grow in the following books.
I can't wait for the next installment in this enticing fantasy series, and I'll spend my time alternately pining for the next book and theorizing until I can read it. View all 3 comments. Nov 07, Vicky Again marked it as yikes. I've read this story dozens of times, just with different names and settings, and I'm Tired.
ALSO I can't believe I paid for the second book at a used bookstore, though and now I feel a strong urge to toss it in my "heading off to college, need to purge" donate pile. View all 14 comments. Dec 28, Candace Robinson rated it it was amazing. At first the first few chapters were a struggle, and I kind of wanted to put it down. I am extremely glad I didn't do this! I feel like this is Pride and Prejudice mixed with Harry Potter!
It was exciting for most of the book, and Henrietta is a great character. The magic was a-a-amazing, and the romance in the book has not really taken form yet, but there are definitely 2 possibilities, but I am actually hoping for one of the other boys who is very Mr.
Darcy like!!! Full review on my blog https At first the first few chapters were a struggle, and I kind of wanted to put it down. The first female sorcerer in ages. The girl who can control flames. The one who will defeat the ancients.
This book has all the classic elements one has come to expect from magic, fantasy books but is also sprinkled with delightful surprises. I loving all the books I am reading lately about strong, independent woman thinking outside the box and being far ahead of their time. And I love seeing confident, "I am Henrietta Howel. And I love seeing confident, intelligent young men realizing that a woman has no issues being any mans equal.
Henrietta is a kind, smart, curious, beautiful and powerful young woman. Pulled from her rather difficult, but otherwise uncomplicated life, she is thus into a world of magical power, politics, secrets and deception. However, she does not give in to the pressures around her despite how easy it would be. Because beyond just protecting herself and her childhood friend, she truly does want to help people. I'm interested in what's useful. Loyal, patient, kind, handsome and cursed he is one of the Unclean.
Blackwood: Cold, distant, practical, powerful and undeniably lonely, he is the benefactor behind the school Henrietta and Rook worked at prior to arriving in London. Note: Henrietta, Howel and Nettie are all the same person. As she said, he was the first one to make her feel welcome. They have near instant chemistry as well. These had such lighthearted scenes and such lovely chemistry.
It was easy to enjoy them together, but then of course they were too good to be true. And shit hit the fan. Like are you kidding? Who in the hell wants that sort of relationship? What is not clear is how exactly she feels about him. He is important to her, no doubt, but how so? Only time will tell. However, that was not the case, at least not in this book. With Howel, Blackwood was able to confess a secret that could threaten to destroy his family name. He trusts her, and she makes him feel less alone.
As Howel said, what they have is not love. It is something deeper. And by book's end, he became the one person she knew, without a doubt, that she could count on. There had been many parties and celebrations lately, what with Korozoth's destruction, but I couldn't enjoy any of them.
The Queen was taking more an interest in sorcerer affairs. And I was responsible. People who had claimed to be my allies snubbed me. I often felt alone when I went out in public. There was one friend, however, I could always rely upon. I smiled to hear my plain surname from his lips at last.
Not going to lie, despite myself, I could not help quietly shipping these two. And honestly, I have a sneaking suspicion that in the long-term it will. Howel and Magus are like fire, two flames burning hot and quick. But never meant to last long.
With Nettie and Rook I see two people who have grown up together, who love and are loyal to each other. It had always been them against the world. But that is not the case anymore. But with Blackwood, I see a connection. One that may take time and effort to grow and maintain but I do believe there is great potential here. Agrippa became quickly became the father Henrietta never had, and Henrietta in some ways filled the void of the daughter Agrippa had lost.
She also meets her fellow sorcerer trainees, handsome young men eager to test her power and her heart. One will challenge her.
One will fight for her. One will betray her. But Henrietta Howel is not the chosen one. As she plays a dangerous game of deception, she discovers that the sorcerers have their own secrets to protect.
Oh God. The bloody cheek of it all. I forced a smile onto my face. A pleasure. I grew up at the Brimthorn School for Girls, you know. On Sorrow-Fell lands. So many Brimthorn girls always wanted a glimpse of our benefactor. With the emotional intensity of my favorite fantasy books, this is the kind of story that makes you forget yourself. Jessica Cluess has built her story out of my favorite ingredients: sorcery, demons, romance, and danger. Thank's for coming.
Happy reading, Biblliophiles! As Henrietta discovers the secrets hiding behind the glamour of sorcerer life, she begins to doubt that she's the true prophesied one. Only scholars or magicians write anything.
But my father was a great reader, and so am I. I wanted to hug him, but of course refrained. He motioned for me to follow. On either side of the great bay windows hung a tapestry, and Agrippa bid me to stand before the one on the left. It was fashioned by the Speakers in the Dombrey Priory. Only then did I go down to the kitchen to prepare Rooks paste.
As I struggled to remember ingredients and mash herbs, I cursed my subpar potion making. Most witches were skilled herbalists. If I must live in fear for my life, why couldnt I have helpful magical powers?
I wished Id had a mother to teach me. Bother that, I wished Id had a mother for anything. Finished, I ran outside and down the lane toward the moor.
Even weighted by my stays and heavy skirts, I loved racing through the pale purple-and-white heather. The hills rolled and - 13 -. Rook and I had discovered it years ago, during a failed attempt to run away. Rook sat beneath an overhang of rock, rubbing his eyes. His left arm hung limp in his lap. His suffering mustve been worse than hed let on. I have the paste. How bad is it? I knelt beside him. Oh, Id call it bad, he said.
His voice didnt break, but I could tell by the tense line of his jaw that he was in terrible pain. He attempted to slide off his jacket without upsetting his left arm. Let me help. After removing the jacket, shirt, and cotton vest beneath, I inspected a body that was lean and hardened from work. A body covered in scars. Rook was Unclean, wounded by one of the Ancients. Great circular scars like suction marks, still an angry and swollen red these many years later, covered the left side of his chest.
They decorated his collarbone like some obscene necklace and ran down his back and left arm. Sometimes, when the pain was extreme, his hand would go rigid and his fingers would curl into his palm.
Korozoth himself had mutilated my friend during an attack on a camp of brick makers. The soldiers whod rescued Rook brought him to shelter at Brimthorn, thinking hed be dead by morning. Eight years later, and that morning hadnt come. I rubbed the paste into his palm, kneading the skin until his fingers loosened. I straightened them out, ignoring his hissed. Within a few minutes, his hand relaxed.
Rook closed his eyes in relief. Thank you, he murmured, clasping my hand in his. Slowly, I twined our fingers together. Your grip is still strong, I said, smiling. When I reached to touch his chest, he flinched.
You neednt help me more than necessary. Im in your debt enough as it is. He often shied from my touch these days. It made me feel clumsy and perverse, as if I should be repulsed by his scars when I wasnt at all.
Lets look at your back, I grumbled. Dabbing at the paste, I sat behind him and gasped. Besides the scars, long red welts blazed on his skin. Someone had struck him with a birch cane. Bastard, I hissed as I tried to soothe the wounds. It was my own fault, Rook said.
I wasnt able to help with the horses. Colegrind had to come out and see to it himself. Of course youre slow when the scars flare up. He should know that by now. I dont want special treatment, Rook said, his voice firm. I held my tongue and worked quickly. Finished, I laid my hand on his back. Movement should be easier now, I said. He sighed, shifting beneath my hand. God knows what I would do in this world without you, Nettie. Stop calling me Nettie, Rook.
I smiled. This was an age-old. A terrible childhood nickname, Nettie made me sound like an old lady or a hen. Have to call you Nettie, Nettie. I felt him laugh. You cant break with tradition, as Colegrind tells us. Rook leaned away from me and took up his vest. With a grunt, he began to pull it over his head. I held back, knowing hed be cross if I tried to help now. The sorcerers gone? That was far too close. Unladylike as it was, I flopped onto my back and stared up at the sky.
Even if you are a witch, its not as though youre Mary Willoughby herself. Rook sighed, lying down beside me. Shes dead and gone. Her legacy isnt, though. For thousands of years, witches had existed on the fringe of society.
They were known as strange women, a bit dangerous if you werent careful, but theyd mostly lived in peace. That all changed when a witch named Mary Willoughby opened up a portal between worlds and summoned the Ancients, starting this long, bloody war. In it, there was a picture of a lady with wild black hair and insane eyes, her hands raised to a stormy sky.
Mary Willoughby, the worst woman in the kingdom, the caption read. She was burned, I said. All witches are burned. If Agrippa had found me out. He would have to be creative with my death. Lord, what an unsettling thought. Seems un-Christian, dont it? Burning people alive. Especially when you consider she had help, I said. Yes, from the magician. Rook smiled as I sat up in surprise. You taught me to read with that old Ancients book, remember?
Howard Mickelmas. He helped open the gate. Never caught him, did they? No, magicians are tricky by nature. Magicians were filthy beasts, full of deception. Everyone knew that. At least witches had an air of tragic nobility about them. Why dyou think they burn one kind and not the other?
Rook said. Why arent magicians killed, too? This conversation was doing nothing for my nerves. Brushing the whole topic aside, I stood and walked around the rock, clutching my shawl.
Rook joined me. I dont want to worry about magic any longer, I said, standing in the road. All around us was silence, except the wind sighing through the heather. Awful as Brimthorn was, one could never match Yorkshire for moments of grand solitude.
Rook and I were alone, save for a traveler on horseback in the distance. I want to think about the shop were going to open. Itll be in Manchester, or maybe Canterbury, Rook said, going along with the old game. We should open a bookshop, with all the books bound in old leather. I think thats the most glorious smell, a library of old books, I said.
Apart from Rook, my only good memories of Brimthorn consisted of hours reading in a favored window seat. Colegrind, bad as he was, had at least been generous with his personal library.
One summer, Id gone through Le Morte dArthur three - 17 -. My favorite moment had to be when Arthur pulled the sword from the stone, transforming from commoner to king in one instant. Rook shook his head. Granted, we cant move to Canterbury. The Vulture Lady lives on the cathedral. He was right. On-Tez, one of the Ancients, had ruled the city for the past three years. She was a large, hideous beast with the body of a filthy carrion bird and the head of an insane old woman.
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