Tess ​of the Road (Tess of the Road 1.) 2 csillagozás

Rachel Hartman: Tess of the Road Rachel Hartman: Tess of the Road

In the medieval kingdom of Goredd, women are expected to be ladies, men are their protectors, and dragons get to be whomever they want. Tess, stubbornly, is a troublemaker. You can't make a scene at your sister's wedding and break a relative's nose with one punch (no matter how pompous he is) and not suffer the consequences. As her family plans to send her to a nunnery, Tess yanks on her boots and sets out on a journey across the Southlands, alone and pretending to be a boy.

Where Tess is headed is a mystery, even to her. So when she runs into an old friend, it's a stroke of luck. This friend is a quigutl--a subspecies of dragon--who gives her both a purpose and protection on the road. But Tess is guarding a troubling secret. Her tumultuous past is a heavy burden to carry, and the memories she's tried to forget threaten to expose her to the world in more ways than one.

Kiadói ajánlás: 12 éves kortól · Tagok ajánlása: 14 éves kortól

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Ember, 2022
536 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 9781101931318
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Random House, 2018
544 oldal · keménytáblás · ISBN: 9781101931288

Kedvencelte 1

Most olvassa 1

Várólistára tette 13

Kívánságlistára tette 20

Kölcsönkérné 1


Népszerű idézetek

KatieWR>!

She felt like she was seeing with two different eyes: an eye full of stars that still saw the romance, and a new eye, one she’d acquired while walking, an eye full of…
It was full of fire, she decided. Her second eye saw the flesh of this story burned away, held the bones up to her own story, and saw the injustice.

KatieWR>!

‘O ignoramus,’ it said, ‘your life is not a tragedy. It’s history, and it’s yours.’

KatieWR>!

Angelica turned and made an obscene gesture. “Devils take you!” she cried. “I will burn the earth!” And then she was across the field, disappearing into a hedgerow.

KatieWR>!

“Even so, I’m not outgoing and gregarious like you. Tes’puco is a shield for me to hide behind as I talk. He gives me courage.”
“You might try a glass of wine for that,” Josquin said, picking lint off her sleeve.
“Indeed not,” said Tess, who had her reasons. Impulsively, she reached for his hand and squeezed it. “If I took enough wine to dampen my fears, I’d forget my speech altogether.”
Josquin squeezed her hand back. “I wish I could come with you and be your wine.”

KatieWR>!

“Do you ever feel as if your mind is full of traps?” Josquin said, his voice distressingly nasal.
“Traps?” said Tess, not following.
He closed his eyes, pressing what remained of the icicle against the side of his nose. “Long ago, when I was searching for Ninysh Saints with your sister—the one I’m not over—we spotted the house of St. Blanche the Mechanic across a clearing. We didn’t realize, until we were in the midst of things, that the clearing was anything but clear. Invisible trip wires crisscrossed it, each strung to a trap. Axes and logs swung at our heads, a pit opened beneath my feet, and your sister faced spiders as big as sheep.”
Tess had heard the story from Seraphina, but it had felt like myth, not something that had happened to real people.
“So here’s my theory,” Josquin continued, folding his handkerchief back to find a clean corner. “We booby-trap our heads the same way. The trip wires can’t be seen, even by those of us who strung them, until someone snags a toe and sets off an explosion.

KatieWR>!

She was Tess of the Road, bathing in rivers, relishing the water's rush between her thighs.
Warmth entered her heart, which had been as alone as the Most Alone beneath the earth.
She still held sorrows, but she was not made of them. Her life was not a tragedy.
It was history, and it was hers.

KatieWR>!

Tess had been unaware of leaving anything behind, but to hear Jacomo tell it, he’d played a long, slow game of connect-the-dots, and each dot had been a kindness, farm chores, laughter, a story told. She’d passed through the world, and the world remembered.

KatieWR>!

Tess glanced over her entourage – the enormous, mournful not-quite-priest; the small-for-his-age quigutl; and the quigutl who looked like she'd fallen into a bucket of sharp objects.
They were perfect.

KatieWR>!

When Tessie Dombegh was six and still irrepressible, she married her twin sister, Jeanne, in the courtyard of their childhood home.

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