2008 Printz Award Winner Melina Marchetta crafts an epic fantasy of ancient magic, exile, feudal intrigue, and romance that rivets from the first page.
Finnikin was only a child during the five days of the unspeakable, when the royal family of Lumatere were brutally murdered, and an...
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“I must confess I dropped you on your head...”Perri to Finnikin
“How unladylike of you to mention such a thing”finnikin to evanjalin
“The gods do make playthings of us,” the priest-king acknowledged. “But it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.”Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
“Because without our language, we have lost ourselves. Who are we without our words?”Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
In the prison mines, Finnikin had asked his father how humans could treat each other in such a way. “Because they stop seeing their victims as human,” Trevanion had responded quietly.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
“I must confess that I dropped you on your head once or twice as a babe,” Perri said, “and if you walk out of the palace grounds tonight without a title, I’ll do it again.”Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
“Aldron,” she said, clearing her throat, “if he agrees to become king, I’m going to let him kiss me. Please don’t stop him.”Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
“How long is this going to take, Finnikin? Ask him if they have food. You promised me roast pork.”Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
“Then I choose to drown,” Finnikin said. “In hope. Rather than float into nothing.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
I do not believe that the desires of young boys cause catastrophic events. The actions of humans do.”Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
When Evanjalin almost fell down with weakness, Finnikin picked her up and carried her to the barn and he lay her down, all gentle-like, and then they listened to the soft tone of the priest-king’s voice, which always made Froi feel dreamy and warm, and Evanjalin slept.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
“Tell him the impostor king did not work alone,” Evanjalin said, making her way across the room toward them. “Tell him that Lumatere was never the objective, just the means.” She stood by Finnikin’s side. With a voice, she looked different. Words put fire in her eyes in the same way music had.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Followed by Froi of the Exiles.
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