Web of Frost by Lindsay Smith
A
too-young queen must learn to control her powers in order to save her empire,
but can she trust the man who’s taught her to use her gift?
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Web of Frost by Lindsay Smith
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: February 13, 2018
Publisher: Eventide Press
Series: The Saints of Russalka
Page Count: 402 pages
Format: Digitial
ASIN: B078X1K8VP
ISBN-13: 9781370549054
The saints of Russalka work their blessings in mysterious ways, allowing the royal family to perform miracles for their people. But the young princess Katza fears her powers. She’s seen grave visions of her bloodied hands destroying her family’s empire. When her older brother succumbs to illness, leaving her next in line for the throne, Katza turns to a young rebellious prophet named Ravin who promises to teach her how to control her gift. As unrest grows in Russalka and a foreign monarchy threatens, Ravin understands Katza's fears and helps her find confidence in her gift, and her own heart. Under Ravin’s unorthodox training, Katza learns to hear the saints once more—until revolutionaries claim her father’s life.
Reeling and desperate, Katza draws
upon darker and darker powers to stop the revolutionaries, the foreign
invaders, and the members of her own court who would see her fail. But the more
Ravin whispers in her ear, the more Katza questions whether he—and the
saints—have her best interests at heart. She must choose between her love of
Ravin and her love of Russalka itself—and decide whether her empire might not
be better off without her.
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Web of Frost
Excerpt
Copyright © 2018 Lindsay Smith
Ravin stood silent in
the doorway, his clasped hands a speck of pale flesh against the black velvet
of his coat and trousers. Her thoughts soared at the sight of him. She needed
his counsel to make sense of her latest vision. She needed his guidance. She
needed—him.
She tangled her fingers
in the bedsheets and twisted them, uncomfortable with the sudden yearning that
pricked at her skin.
“Prophet.” Katza’s voice
cracked. She turned toward the physicker. “Please, allow us to speak
privately.”
The physicker exchanged
looks with Nadika, who hovered in the corner of the bedchamber. Nadika nodded,
and the physicker gathered his bag and left.
Ravin moved inside,
quiet as snow, and closed the door. Nadika posted herself in the doorway as he
sat in the physicker’s chair at Katza’s side. Dark crescents lurked under his
eyes, and his skin looked more pallid than usual. Katza felt a sudden urge to
brush those crescents with her thumbs, as if they were smudges she could wipe
away.
“Are you all right?”
Ravin asked softly. “I’ve been worried for you. I prayed for you all evening.”
Embers flared on Katza’s
cheeks as she imagined him kneeling in the chapel . . . imagined her name on
his lips. “I—I’m fine now. But I had a vision.” She pitched her voice low. “A
new one. There was gunfire, or cannons perhaps, in the distance. And I was
bleeding.” She gripped her stomach instinctively. “I think in the vision I’d
been shot.”
Ravin pressed his palms
together and tapped the tips of his fingers to his mouth. “It was similar to
other visions of yours, was it not?”
Katza’s jaw clenched.
For a moment, she was afraid to speak, so she nodded instead. She still wasn’t
prepared to tell him about her recurring vision—the one she’d first feared this
might be, too. He’d hinted before that he knew of it already, but how was that
possible? Had the saints warned him as well? Better to keep it to herself until
she could be sure.
“Yes. I sense this is a
common theme for you.” He glanced down. “I believe that Boj is warning
you—warning that great strife is coming to Russalka. That if you are not
prepared to confront it, you will not survive.”
A horrifying
possibility, to be sure. Yet it was better than the vision she’d been plagued
with before. If she couldn’t find a way to stop the strife, though, would
Russalka still perish? Whether it was at her hands or not, it had to be stopped.
“And if I am prepared?”
Katza asked.
“Then it can be
avoided.” The angles of his face softened by a fraction. Katza’s gaze traced
the delicate swoop from his cheek toward his mouth and lips, the hollows
beneath his cheekbones. “You have been chosen by Boj to do great things.
Greater even than most Silovs are capable of.” He looked right at her,
something gleaming in his eyes. Something like awe. “But your training has been
stunted.”
Katza squeezed her eyes
shut to guard against a rush of despair. “It’s my fault. My visions—I thought
they were warning me not to step above my place.”
“You thought they warned
you not to act?” he asked. “And yet they continued? Tsarechka
. . . I think perhaps they were warning you of the cost of inaction.”
Katza choked back a sour
laugh. When she opened her eyes again, Ravin was watching her, his face warm
despite that leeching cold in his eyes. She wanted to believe him. Desperately.
She couldn’t put into words, though, the vision’s warning—the certainty she’d
felt of its message. That she was doomed to be Russalka’s death.
But maybe she was wrong.
She yearned to be wrong. Maybe, with Ravin’s aid, she could avoid its grim
outcome.
“You are unprepared now,
but you will learn. With the right training, you can save Russalka.”
Her gaze drifted down
his face and along the long, stern line of his arms. His hands, so like a
sculptor’s, dexterous and slim. This close to him, she smelled incense on his
clothes, spiced like cinnamon and cloves. She wanted to wrap herself in that
scent. Throat tight, she reached out for his hand. At first he tensed, but then
his shoulders softened, and a smile teased his mouth. Their fingers knitted
together, and she let the weight of her hand sink into his.
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Author Bio
Lindsay is the author of the young adult novels Sekret, Dreamstrider, and A Darkly Beating Heart, and is the showrunner and lead writer for Serial Box's The Witch Who Came In From the Cold. Her work has appeared on Tor.com and in the anthologies A Tyranny of Petticoats, Strange Romance Vol. 3, and Toil & Trouble, and she has written for Green Ronin Publishing's RPG properties. She lives in Washington, DC with her husband and dog.
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