Teaser Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by MizB over at Should Be Reading!
To participate all you have to do is:
•Grab your current read
•Open to a random page
•Share “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
•BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS!
(make sure what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
Today’s teaser comes from The Gray Wolf Throne by Cinda Williams Chima
Release Date: August 30th, 2011
Published by: Hyperion
Han Alister thought he had already lost everyone he loved. But when he finds his friend Rebecca Morley near death in the Spirit Mountains, Han knows that nothing matters more than saving her. The costs of his efforts are steep, but nothing can prepare him for what he soon discovers: the beautiful, mysterious girl he knew as Rebecca is none other than Raisa ana”‘Marianna, heir to the Queendom of the Fells. Han is hurt and betrayed. He knows he has no future with a blueblood. And, as far as he’s concerned, the princess’s family killed his own mother and sister. But if Han is to fulfill his end of an old bargain, he must do everything in his power to see Raisa crowned queen.
Meanwhile, some people will stop at nothing to prevent Raisa from ascending. With each attempt on her life, she wonders how long it will be before her enemies succeed. Her heart tells her that the thief-turned-wizard Han Alister can be trusted. She wants to believe it–he’s saved her life more than once. But with danger coming at her from every direction, Raisa can only rely on her wits and her iron-hard will to survive–and even that might not be enough.
The Gray Wolf Throne is an epic tale of fierce loyalty, unbearable sacrifice, and the heartless hand of fate.
‘Willow extended her arms, and Han leaned forward, easing the girl into them. Willow looked down into Rebecca’s face and gasped, going pale under her bronze skin. “Blood of Hanalea!” She whispered. Han went cold with dread. Was she dead? Was Rebecca already dead? Was he too late after all? Had he carried a dead body all the way to Maris Pines?”‘ (pg 143.)
“The card players yanked their blades free, wiping them on the ladies’ voluminous skirts. One of them knelt and efficiently searched the women. He came up with three knives and a small framed picture, then mutely extended it toward Raisa. It was a portrait of Raisa, done for her name day. Byrne kicked something away from the two bodies, stooped and picked it up with two fingers. It was a dagger, delicate and feminine and deadly sharp.” (pg 19.)