Pour moi un nouveau livre d'Amy Harmon est toujours un événement, d'autant qu'ici elle change totalement de registre par rapport aux précédents et nous propose un roman de fantasy/romance. Je suis déjà fan de la couverture et il ne me tarde qu'une chose, cet été pour avoir le temps de savourer ce roman ! A venir donc ma chronique :)
En attendant, voici donc la couverture et plus d'information sur ce nouvel opus à paraitre en anglais.
Et le résumé (en anglais) :
Swallow,
daughter, pull them in, those words that sit upon your lips. Lock them
deep inside your soul, hide them ‘til they’ve time to grow. Close your
mouth upon the power, curse not, cure
not, ‘til the hour. You won’t speak and you won’t tell, you won’t call
on heaven or hell. You will learn and you will thrive. Silence,
daughter. Stay alive.
The day my mother was killed, she told my father I wouldn’t speak again, and she told him if I died, he would die too. Then she predicted the king would sell his soul and lose his only son to the sky.
My father has a claim to the throne, and he is waiting in the shadows for all of my mother’s words to come to pass. He wants desperately to be king, and I just want to be free.
But freedom will require escape, and I’m a prisoner of my mother’s curse and my father’s greed. I can’t speak or make a sound, and I can’t wield a sword or beguile a king. In a land purged of enchantment, love might be the only magic left, and who could ever love . . . a little bird?
The day my mother was killed, she told my father I wouldn’t speak again, and she told him if I died, he would die too. Then she predicted the king would sell his soul and lose his only son to the sky.
My father has a claim to the throne, and he is waiting in the shadows for all of my mother’s words to come to pass. He wants desperately to be king, and I just want to be free.
But freedom will require escape, and I’m a prisoner of my mother’s curse and my father’s greed. I can’t speak or make a sound, and I can’t wield a sword or beguile a king. In a land purged of enchantment, love might be the only magic left, and who could ever love . . . a little bird?
j'ai hâte aussi d'avoir ton avis :-)
RépondreSupprimerJe ne garde pas un souvenir marquant de Nos faces cachées mais j'avoue que celui ci me tente beaucoup.
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