This is part of the book blog tour for Chantress by Amy Butler Greenfield, organized by Shane at Itching for Books.
Series: Chantress Trilogy, #1
Author: Amy Butler Greenfield
Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books
Release date: May 7, 2013
Links: [goodreads][amazon.com][the book depository]
Sing and the darkness will find you.
Shipwrecked on an island seven years ago, Lucy has been warned she must never sing, or disaster will strike. But on Allhallows’ Eve, Lucy hears tantalizing music in the air. When she sings it, she unlocks a terrible secret: She is a Chantress, a spell-singer, brought to the island not by shipwreck but by a desperate enchantment gone wrong.
Her song lands her back in England — and in mortal peril, for the kingdom lies in the cruel grasp of a powerful Lord Protector and his mind-reading hunters, the Shadowgrims. The Protector has killed all Chantresses, for they alone can destroy the Shadowgrims. Only Lucy has survived.
In terrible danger, Lucy takes shelter with Nat, a spy who turns her heart upside-down. Nat has been working with his fellow scholars of the Invisible College to overthrow the Lord Protector, and they have long hoped to find a living Chantress to help them. But Lucy is completely untrained, and Nat deeply distrusts her magic. If Lucy cannot master the songspells, how long can she even stay alive?
Beguiling and lyrical, dangerous and romantic, Chantress will capture readers in a spell they won’t want to break.
Set in a reality where the population lives in fear of cruel injustice and oppression, Chantress reveals a story where magic may be the only hope for all who desire freedom and peace. As the last living spell-singer, Lucy must learn to master the one songspell that can reverse the dark forces that are in play. Temptations are everywhere and while Lucy may not make the right decision at every turn, I like that she never let greed completely consume her. As a blog tour host today, I’m going to share two short excerpts from the book. I hope you’ll enjoy reading them.
Excerpts from Chantress
By Amy Butler Greenfield
from Chapter Nine
“Is this a joke?” Nat said, annoyed.
“A jest? Hardly.” Penebrygg was already out of his chair. “Look at her, Nat. Something is very wrong.”
The heat and the panic were fast overwhelming me; I could barely choke out any words now. “It feels like . . . the cart.”
“Shadowgrims, then.” Penebrygg spoke hardly above a whisper.
“They’re flocking here?” Nat was alarmed now too.
“No. If they were, I would feel it. Even you would be growing uneasy. And no doubt we’d have Watchmen battering at our door as well,” Penebrygg said. “No, I suspect this is just a Shadowgrim alighting nearby, nothing more.”
Nat glanced back at me. “And that’s enough to do this to her?”
How could they not be burned? The flames were, I thought dizzily.
“Let’s get her downstairs, and see if that helps,” Penebrygg said. “Can you stand, my dear? No, I see you can’t. Nat, can you carry her?”
from Chapter Twenty-Four
It was no small matter to learn a new way of breathing. The unthinking inhalation, the easy release — I had to forget these, my godmother informed me. From now on, my every breath would require thought and precision.
I strained to follow Lady Helaine’s instructions, but as the hours wore on, I started to feel as if I were drowning.
“Not so quickly,” she snapped as I exhaled. “Don’t pant like a dog.” And then, a moment later, “No, not like that, either. You sound like a broken bagpipe.”
All afternoon it went like this, until at last Lady Helaine released me. “You begin to grasp the rudiments, I see. Practice every chance you have. Practice even while you sleep, if you can. We will resume our lessons when you have mastered this.”
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