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They were of the poisoned realm, the Iron fey; gremlins and bugs, wiremen and Iron knights, the faeries of mankind's technology. I gazed around at my. PART ONE CHAPTER ONE THE HOUSE OF THE BONE WITCH “Oy, ice-boy! You sure you know where you're going?” I ignored Robin. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Born in Sacramento, CA, Julie Kagawa moved to Hawaii at the age of nine. There she learned many things; how to.


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The Iron Queen[ edit ] Meghan and Ash have been living in exile when they are given the opportunity to have their banishment lifted. All Meghan has to do is kill the new Iron King.

She succeeds but ends up getting stabbed in the process. She then finds a way to heal herself by combining her Summer and Iron magic together and she declares herself the Iron Queen. The Iron Knight[ edit ] Ash, unable to live in a world of iron, embarks on a quest to become human so that he can stay with Meghan.

He must gain a soul to do this and must face several challenges to find what it really means to be human. He also has to face his greatest frenemy infamous Robin Goodfellow because of a certain incident that happened in the past that changed their relationship forever. Along the way, he sees a future that might happen and is very scared by this. In this future, everyone moves on without him and stays exactly as they were, but he has moved on many years and finally dies. He is reminded that that is one of many futures.

Ash is still incredibly stupid to get a soul if this is his future, because he will have no glamor, forever a limp, and no sword skills. He succeeds through these tasks and gains a soul. But he is not completely human, nor completely Winter Fey, so he will live forever like Meghan, but remain unharmed by the Iron. Until the fey he avoids at all costs—including his reputation—begin to disappear, and Ethan is attacked.

Now he must change the rules to protect his family. His previous time in the Iron Realm left him with nothing but fear and disgust for the world Meghan Chase has made her home, a land of myth and talking cats, of magic and seductive enemies.

But when destiny comes for Ethan, there is no escape from a danger long, long forgotten. It blinked at me, bobbed its mushroom hat, and quickly slipped back into the undergrowth. Time has no meaning in the wyldwood. Light and darkness will chase each other through the sky, play hide-andseek or tag or catch-me-if-you-can.

Sometimes, one or the other will become offended over an imagined slight and refuse to come out for an indefinite amount of time. Once, light became so angry, a hundred years passed in the mortal realm before it deigned to come out again. And though the sun continued to rise and set in the human world, it was a rather turbulent period for the world of men, as all the creatures who lurked in darkness and shadow got to roam freely under the lightless Nevernever skies.

So it was still full dark when Puck and I started out again, following the cait sith into the endless tangle of the wyldwood. Grimalkin slipped through the trees like mist f lowing over the ground, gray and nearly invisible in the colorless landscape around him. I suspected he was testing us, or perhaps playing some annoying feline game, subtly trying to lose us without completely going invisible. The light had finally decided to make an appearance when, without warning, Grimalkin stopped.

Leaping onto an overhanging branch, he stood motionless for a moment, ears pricked to the wind and whiskers trembling. Around us, huge gnarled trees blocked out the sky, gray trunks and branches seeming to hem us in, like an enormous net or cage.

The wyldwood was huge, eternal and constantly changing. Peering over my shoulder, he snorted under his breath. Did you finally get lost? Something does not belong. Right before he vanished. I glanced at Puck and frowned. At my silent gesture, Puck stepped away and slid into the trees to the right of me. Plants were brown and dying, trees had spots where they had been burned, and the air began to smell of rust and copper, tickling my throat and making me want to gag.

I was suddenly reminded of my dream, the nightmare world of the Iron fey, and gripped my sword hilt even tighter. It disintegrated at his touch. What would Meghan say if we killed one of her subjects? By law, no Iron fey can set foot in the wyldwood without permission from Summer or Winter.

It would be a breach of the treaty if the courts found out, and at worst it would be seen as an act of war. And what happens then? We politely ask it to go home? He winced. Well then, lead on, ice-boy. The trees in this area were blackened and dead, and the air smelled poisonous and foul. After a moment, I realized why.

Sitting against a tree, his armor glinting in the sun, was an Iron knight. I paused, my fingers tightening around the hilt of my sword. I had to remind myself that the knights were not our enemies anymore, that they served the Iron Queen and followed the same peace treaty as the rest of the courts. Besides, this one was clearly no threat to us.

His breastplate had been staved in, and dark, oily blood pooled beneath him. His chin rested limply on his chest, but as we got closer, he opened his eyes and looked up. Blood trickled from one corner of his mouth. We managed to drive them off and followed them here, but there were more than…we first thought.

The knight made a gesture over the rise, back into the forest. Tell her…we… failed…. I stood, taking a step back from the dead Iron knight. Puck sheathed his dagger as he stepped up beside me, giving the Iron faery a dubious look.

Should we head to the Iron Court? Or did you forget? You would perish long before you reached the Iron Queen. Did you forget who you were talking to? Grimalkin yawned, but at least Puck looked faintly guilty.

But I would not sit back and do nothing. But, uh, you do know they took out a whole squad of Iron knights, right, ice-boy?

On the banks of a lake, the slim, crooked tower with its mossy gargoyles and faded blue roof stood tall and proud, easily visible through the trees. At the base, sheltered among broken rocks and crumbling stones, several sidhe knights milled around a smoldering campfire, unaware of Puck and me, crouched in the shadows at the edge of the trees.

The knights wore suits of familiar black armor, long spines bristling from the shoulders like giant thorns. Though once sharp and proud, the faces beneath the helmets were now ravaged as though diseased; charred, melted f lesh, open sores and naked bone gleamed in the f lickering campfire.

Some of their noses had fallen off, others had only one good eye. The breeze shifted, and the stench of burned, rotting f lesh assaulted our senses, washing over us. Puck stif led a cough.

I thought they were all killed in the last war. The Thornguards once belonged to my brother Rowan, his elite personal guard. When Rowan joined the Iron fey, the Thornguards followed him, believing his claims that they could become immune to iron. They thought the Iron fey would destroy the Nevernever, and the only way to survive was to become like them. To prove their loyalty, they wore a ring of iron beneath their gauntlets, enduring the agony and the destruction it wreaked on their bodies, believing if they could survive the pain, they would be reborn.

The Thornguards had been misled, deceived, but they had still chosen to side with the Iron fey and Rowan in the recent war, which made them traitors to the courts of Faery.

These few had gone even further, threatening Meghan and attempting to end her life. That made them my personal enemies, a very dangerous position, indeed. How do you want to do this, prince? I could lure them away, one at a time. Puck sighed. Together, Puck and I walked down the bank to the tower, wrapped in a grim, killing silence. One sentry came at us, howling, but I blocked his sword, plunged my blade through his armor and stepped around him, leaving the guard to crumple in the dirt.

By the time we reached the center of camp, six Thornguards were waiting for us, standing in formation with their weapons drawn. Puck and I approached calmly and stopped at the edge of the firelight.

For a moment, nobody moved. His eyes, a glazed, glassy blue, f licked back and forth between us. What a surprise to find you here. Before I kill you, I want to know why. The war is over. The Iron Realm is no longer a threat, and the courts are at peace.

Why would you jeopardize that? Then, the thin mouth twisted into a sneer. Rowan is dead. The Iron King is dead. Where do we go now? We gave it our best shot, even made it as far as the throne room, but the little bitch was stronger then we realized.

We were driven back at the last minute. Did he tell you the secret of becoming like them? His sneer widened.

How very touching. In the dim light, it was like gazing at a corpse. His stench washed over me, and I fought the urge to step back.

This is what happens to our people in the Iron Realm. We thought we could be like them. Now look at us. Including their queen, and any sympathizers to the Iron Realm. If we can start another war with the Iron fey, and their kingdom is destroyed for good, everything we endured will be worth it.

Destroyed your weakness, as a Winter prince should have done. Around him, the rest of the Thornguards did the same. Everything we believed in is dead.

I raised my sword and drew glamour from the air, letting the cold power of Winter swirl within. And I smiled. I parried one slash and swiped at another, leaping back to avoid a third. Behind me, Puck whooped in unrestrained glee, the clash of his daggers ringing in my ears as he danced around his opponents. They followed, savage and unrelenting. The Thornguards were formidable as a unit, using group tactics to threaten and harry, much like a pack of wolves.

But that was their greatest failing as well. Single them out, and they fell apart. Surrounded by a trio of Thornguards, I leaped back and f lung a hail of stinging ice shards into their midst, catching two guards in the deadly arc.

They f linched for a brief second, and the third leaped forward, alone, meeting my sword as it cut across his neck. The warrior frayed apart, black armor splitting open as dark brambles erupted from the spot where he died.

As with all fey, death returned him to the Nevernever, and he simply ceased to exist. I turned and stabbed the warrior through the chest as Puck hurled a dagger into another rushing me from behind. More brambles spread across the stones. Now there were only three Thornguards left. Remember that, ice-boy? Both warriors split apart, their weapons clanging against the rocks as they died.

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They struck with muffled thunks, and the Thornguard gasped, pitching forward. Staggering to his knees, he looked up as I stepped around to face him, his glassy blue eyes filled with pain and hate. Get on with it. Unless you swear to me, on this spot, that you will abandon your quest to harm the Iron Queen, her subjects and her kingdom.

Your little halfbreed queen? If you let me go, I will find my way back to the Iron Queen, and I will put a sword in her heart and laugh as they cut me down for it. Puck sighed as brambles erupted from the dead Thornguard, crooked fingers clawing at the sky. They had no reason to hide.

Were the Thornguards that delusional? They had only wanted what I did: a way to overcome the effects of iron. Hoping to live in the Iron Realm. What are you thinking of? Puck started to protest, but I hurried on, unwilling to think about it any longer. I hoped he would be quiet, leave me in peace, but of course I had only a few moments of silence before he opened his mouth.

A necklace? A mirror? So you do remember, after all! He grinned cheekily. Hey, whatever happened to that thing, anyway? I seem to recall it was a really nice piece of work. And said nothing after that.

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Grimalkin was waiting for us atop a broken limb at the edge of the tree line, washing his paw with exaggerated nonchalance. Flicking his tail, the cat rose and sauntered along the splintered branch with no explanation.

Hopping lightly to an overhead limb, he vanished into the leaves without looking back, leaving Puck and me hurrying to catch up. Grimalkin took us through a glen where the trees slowly followed us until we looked back, freezing them in place, only to have them creep forward again when our backs were turned.

We crossed a rolling, windy plain where herds of wild horses stared at us with cold intelligence, their furtive conversations blown away in the wind.

Because remembering Puck as something more than a rival only reminded me of my vow, the one spoken in a f lash of despair and rage, the one that had turned us into bitter enemies for years to come. As tradition dictated, twice a mortal year, the courts of Summer and Winter would meet to discuss politics, sign new treaties, and basically agree to play nice for another season.

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Or at least to refrain from declaring all-out war on the other court. It bored me to tears, but as a Winter prince and the son of Queen Mab, my presence was required, and I had learned to dance the dance and be a good little court monkey.

It was not yet twilight, and as such the Summer Court had not yet arrived. As Mab disapproved of my locking myself in my room until Elysium began, I was in a dark corner of the courtyard, rereading a book from my collection of mortal authors and poets. If anyone asked, I was overseeing the arrival of the last of the guests, but mostly I was avoiding Rowan and the current f lock of nobles who would surround me with coy, f lattering, razor-sharp smiles.

Their voices would be the softest purr, the sweetest song, as they offered me favors covered in honey and nectar but with a core of vilest poison. I was a prince, after all, the youngest and most favored of Mab, at least according to some.

I suppose the common belief was that I was more naive, easier to trap, perhaps. But I was a true son of Winter, and knew the twisted steps of court better than most.

And those who sought to entrap me in a web of honey and favors soon found themselves tangled in their own dark promises. I knew the dance. Most of them I knew, or had seen before. The Lady Snowfire, dressed in a gown of sparkling icicles that chimed musically as she walked.

The new duke of Frostfell—having disposed of the old duke by getting him exiled to the mortal realm—glided through the snow trailed by his goblin slaves. The Baroness of the Icebound Heart gave me a chilly nod as she strode past, her two snow leopards hissing and snarling at the ends of their silver chains.

And then, she walked in. None could argue her beauty: long silver hair, pale skin, a willowy body that was delicate and strong at the same time. But, all of our kind are, if not very attractive, at least striking in some way. Being surrounded by beauty tends to dull your appreciation of it, especially if the beauty only hides the cruelty beneath.

The nobles could sense emotion like a shark smelled blood; they would devour her before the day was out. A part of me told me not to care, that it was everyone for themselves in the Winter Court, and that was how it always had been. That this girl, new and untried, would take the attention off me for once.

Despite that voice, I found myself intrigued. Snapping shut the book, I started toward her. She was turning in slow circles when I walked up, and jumped when we came face-to-face. Admitting you were lost was a grave mistake in the Winter Court; you never wanted to be caught unaware by anyone.

It annoyed me a bit that the first thing I fell back on was checking for weakness, poking at chinks in her armor. But in the Unseelie Court, you could never be too careful. She blinked at the question and took a step back, seeming to see me for the first time. Clear, blue-green eyes rose to meet my gaze, and I made the mistake of looking right at her.

Her gaze captured mine, drawing me in, and I was suddenly drowning. Flecks of silver dotted her irises like tiny stars, as if I was staring at a whole universe in her eyes.

Brilliant emotion gazed out at me, pure and clean and untainted by the darkness of the Unseelie Court. For a moment, we just stared at each other, neither willing to look away. Until I realized what I was doing and turned, pretending to watch another carriage pull up to the gates, furious with myself for dropping my guard.

For a brief moment, I wondered if that had been her ploy all along—pretend to be naive and innocent, and lure unsuspecting princes right into her clutches. Unorthodox, but effective. Fortunately, it seemed the girl was just as shaken as I was. He is indisposed at the moment and sends his apologies for not being able to attend. Apparently, the duke had run into some trouble while hunting ice wyrms in the mountains of his territory.

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Embeds 0 No embeds. No notes for slide. And I am dead to her.. His own love had died a horrible death, killing any gentler feelings the Winter prince might have had. Or so he thought. You just clipped your first slide!Sep 18, Penny rated it did not like it Shelves: It has romance, as well as plenty of action. Dropping to my knees, I slammed my fist into the mud and bowed my head, wishing the earth would open up and swallow me whole.

And when that day comes, you will pay it in full. And then. A chimera attacks the festival and the Winter court blames the Summer Court and leaves. Ariella sighed, a gesture that seemed to age her a hundred years, and smoothed back her hair once more. I pushed that thought away, unwilling to dwell on it.

He winced.