Hello everyone! I have an exciting post today. I was lucky enough to be asked to be part of the blog tour for the newly UK released Sky in the Deep by Adrienne Young. Thank you to Titan Books for sending me a copy for review. Read on for more information regarding the book and an extract!
Sky in the Deep was originally Published April 24th 2018 by Wednesday Books in the USA. Released in paperback March 2019 in the UK.
ISBN1250168457 (ISBN13: 9781250168450)
Edition Language: English
Eelyn is a seventeen-year-old warrior, trained to fight fiercely alongside her Aska
clansmen in an ancient, god-decreed rivalry against the Riki clan, her life is brutal but
uncomplicated. Until the day she witnesses the impossible on the battlefield – her brother,
fighting alongside the enemy – the brother she watched die five years ago…
was smooth and shining where I’d held it in prayer under every
moon that rose in the sky. I carried it against my heart as I fought. I
slept with it beside me. We became warriors together. And long
before that, we were friends.
It was Iri who’d wrapped his arms around me in the dark when I
dreamed of the white-eyed Herja who’d slit our mother’s throat. It
was Iri who’d held me together when I was cracked down to the
bone with the pain of losing her. I ran into my first battle with my
brother at my side. I washed the blood of his first kill from his hands
and pretended not to see the gleam of tears in his eyes. He’d been
stronger than me in every way, but we had taken care of each
other. And honoring him had been where I’d found my own
strength after he was gone.
I dropped the idol into the flames, tears catching in my chest.
I let him go. I erased him. Every memory. Every small hope.
Because the Iri I loved was gone. The boy who had once known
every shadowed corner of my life was dead the moment he spilled
the blood of our people. That boy was gone just as our mother
was, but his soul was lost.
I watched the charred black catch the edge of the wood, eating its
way across until the idol was just a part of the fire. Turning to
smoke and gathering up above me. It stretched and curled around
itself, reaching out into the air.
Until it was nothing.