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But Tariq now commands forces set on destroying Khalid's empire. Shahrzad is almost a prisoner caught between loyalties to people she loves. But she refuses to be a pawn and devises a plan. While her father, Jahandar, continues to play with magical forces he doesn't yet understand, Shahrzad tries to uncover powers that may lie dormant within her.

With the help of a tattered old carpet and a tempestuous but sage young man, Shahrzad will attempt to break the curse and reunite with her one true love. From the Hardcover edition. Publication Details Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group Imprint: Wrath and the Dawn. The Rose and the Dagger Embed. She slipped both hands into the water. Her skin looked pale and creamy below its surface.

Not its usual warm bronze color. The water lies. She splashed some water onto her face and dragged her damp fingers through her hair. Irsa smiled, her gamine features coming into focus. Jahandar al-Khayzuran had been curled in a puddle around an old, leather-bound book. His bare feet and hands were burned. Red and raw and abraded. His hair was falling out in clumps.

The rain had gathered them in the mud, smashing the strands against wet stone, like so many discarded things. Its throat had been slashed. The blood had drained in rivulets from a vicious wound at its neck. Veins of mud and drifting ash had melded with the crimson to form a sinister tracery across the hillside. His eyes had rolled back into his head, and his lashes had fluttered closed, never to open again, not once in the four days since.

And until they did, Shahrzad refused to leave him. She had to know what he had done. He shuddered in his sleep, his fingers wrapping tighter around the ancient tome clutched in his arms. Even in his delirium, Jahandar had refused to relinquish the book.

Not a soul had been permitted to touch it. Irsa sighed. She stooped next to Shahrzad and handed her a tumbler of water.

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She waited until she felt him swallow. He muttered to himself, then turned back on his side, tucking the book farther beneath his blankets. Also a few tea herbs and a bit of milk. I thought it might help. I should have thought of it. I—know it. And time. The burns there had blistered alongside bruised purples and garish reds. What have we done?

The Rose & the Dagger

The scent of roasting meat hung heavy in the desert air, the smoke above them an aimless cloud. Harsh rays of sunlight blurred everything they touched. As they walked, Shahrzad glanced around the Badawi camp through slitted eyes, studying the hustle and bustle of mostly smiling faces; people carrying bushels of grain and bundles of goods from one corner to the next. The children seemed happy enough, though it was impossible to ignore the gleaming assortment of weaponry—the swords and axes and arrows—lying in the shadow of curing animal skins.

Impossible to ignore them or their unassailable meaning. Preparations for the coming war. Such troubles were meant for those with unique abilities. Those like Musa Zaragoza, the magus from the Fire Temple. She walked with Irsa through the enclave of tents toward the largest, at center. The sort who enjoyed his role far more than he should. She shoved his hand away, her scowl set. I am in no mood for boorish men. Or their warmongering. He staggered to one side, his nostrils flaring.

Behind her, she heard men begin to shout.

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She braced herself for the coming fight, her toes curled and her knuckles clenched. Shahrzad winced, a flash of guilt warring with her fury. His unconcealed pain was raw enough to rob her of mettle. Will he never forgive me? The soldier turned to Tariq with a deference that would, under normal circumstances, irritate Shahrzad immensely. Follow orders or be met with the consequences, soldier. Shahrzad shoved off his grasp. Steeling herself with a breath, she faced those nearby.

One was a reed-thin boy sporting the guise of a much older man. His beard was growing in patches over a long, lean face, and his comically stern eyebrows were cut over ice-cold eyes.

Eyes that watched her with abject hatred. Her fingers shifted toward her dagger. Shahrzad chewed at the inside of her cheek. The boy with the ice-cold eyes glowered at Shahrzad before following suit. Rahim paused beside her, his expression grim, as though he had expected better.

Her sister sent half a smile his way. Sighing softly, Rahim trudged past them into the tent, without a single word.

Irsa elbowed Shahrzad in the ribs. It took her eyes time to adjust to the sudden darkness. A series of brass lamps hung at lazy intervals from the wooden rafters above, their thready light pale after the desert sun. At the far end of the tent was a long, low table, crafted of roughhewn teakwood. Worn woolen cushions were thrown about in haphazard piles.

Screaming children scurried past Shahrzad, blind to all but their single-minded quest for the most esteemed position at the breakfast table. Seated at the very center of this teeth-rattling tumult was an old man with a keen pair of eyes and an unkempt beard. When he saw Shahrzad, he smiled at her with a surprising amount of warmth. To his left was a woman of similar age with a long braid of muted copper.

So soon after failing to exact revenge for the murder of his daughter. So soon after falling in love with the very boy who had murdered her. She avoided the gazes of those around her, especially that of the boy with the ice-fire eyes, who took every opportunity to burn through her with the heat of his discomfiting stare.

And she could not behave in such a reckless manner.

Not with the welfare of her family at stake. A leg of roasted lamb was placed at the center of the wellworn table. Its serving platter was an immense affair of hammered silver, dented on all sides from age and use.

Thick slices of barbari bread, coated with butter and rolled in black sesame seeds, were left in baskets nearby, alongside chipped bowls of whole radishes and slabs of salted goat cheese. Squabbling children reached for the radishes and tore hearty chunks of barbari in half before grabbing at the meat with their bare hands.

Their elders crushed stems of fresh mint before pouring dark streams of tea over the fragrant leaves. When Shahrzad chanced to look up, she found the old man with the keen eyes studying her, another warm smile pooling across his lips.

The gap between his two front teeth was pronounced, and, at first glance, it made him appear almost foolish. Though Shahrzad was not the least bit fooled. To whom is he speaking? They stopped on Tariq. His broad shoulders were rigid; his chiseled jaw was tight.

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He exhaled through his nose and lifted his gaze to hers. The old man quirked his head at Shahrzad. Aware she lacked grace in that moment, Shahrzad chose to say nothing. She rolled her tongue in her mouth. Pinched her lower lip between her teeth. I am a guest here. I cannot behave as I desire. No matter how angry and alone I may feel. The old man smiled again. Ever wider. Ever more gap-toothed. The boy with the ice-fire eyes watched with the rapt attention of a hawk. Not in a camp filled with unknowns.

Or slit their throats at a misread glance. Not for all the world.The writing is beautiful and the story has depth.

She managed to captivate her readers with developed characters, an engaging plot and swoons. The Rose and the Dagger Embed. He could see the pain in her. Sweet Irsa, with her fair perspective on life and kind heart who also reminded me so much of Prim from HG. Want to Read Currently Reading Read.

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