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There are few things more exciting to discover than a debut novel
packed with powerful storytelling and beautiful language. Storm Siren
is one of those rarities. Ill read anything Mary Weber writes. More,
please!
Jay Asher, New York Times best-selling
author of Thirteen Reasons Why
Elegant prose and intricate world-building twist into a breathless cyclone of a story that will constantly keep you guessing. More,
please!
Shannon Messenger, author of the Sky Fall series
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Webers debut novel is a tour de force! A story of guts, angst, bolcranes, sword fights, and storms beyond imagining. Her heroine, a
lightning-wielding young woman of immense power and a soft, questioning heart, captures you from word one and holds tight until the
final line. Unwilling to let the journey go, I eagerly await Webers (and
Nyms) next adventure.
Katherine Reay, author of Dear Mr. Knightley
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Storm Siren
Book One in the Storm Siren Trilogy
Mary Weber
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Chapter 1
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And for a moment I swear I can feel the sea waves calling,
begging my blood to set us all free.
Except just as with the Draewulf, my blood comes at a price.
Blast the crippled croaker! Would someone put him out of
his misery? the merchant shouts.
A louder shout and then a cheer interrupt the inharmonious tune. Someones just been bought for a higher amount than
expected. The merchant looks at the stage behind us and smiles.
Then, without glancing at me, he says, Done, and fishes into
his hip bag to drop three draghts into Breas open palm.
Congratulations, Nym. Youre officially the cheapest slave sold
in Faelen history.
Brea hands the reins of my collar to the merchant and turns
from him, but not so quickly as to confirm his suspicion that
theres something else amiss with me. Just before she leaves, she
leans into me again, and her black hair brushes against my cheek.
Pity you werent born a boy, she whispers. They wouldve
just killed you outright. Saved us all from what you are. And
then shes gone.
And I wont even pretend Im sorry.
The merchant yanks my leather straps like hes bridling a
goat and leads me behind him to the side of the selling platform
where twelve other slaves wait, tethered to a lengthy stretch of
chain. Before he bends down to tie me in line, he pulls a thin
knife from his right bootie and puts it against my chin. Try to
escape, little imp, and this bladell find you faster than a bolcrane goin for a baby. He breathes an extra puff of foul air up
my nostrils and grins when I squirm in revulsion.
So, of course, I do what any self-respecting, uncooperative
person would do. I spit into his annoying face.
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You little... His knife is as fast as his fury, and before I can
move hes cut into my skin just beneath my jaw.
I cry out, and then bite my tongue because he doesnt deserve
to see my pain.
Ill sell you off in pieces if I have to, he says, growling.
Try, I mutter.
Obviously the heats gotten to me because Im smiling a bit
crazy in spite of the stinguntil his arm rises. I barely have time
to brace before the back of his hand finds my mouth with a force
that nearly knocks me over. Warm blood gushes from my lip to
join the trickle on my neck, and suddenly Im blinking to keep
the whirling world in focus. Curse him.
He yells at someone I cant see, Get her up front and be rid
of her. Now!
The assistant pushes me to the low base of the stand. Hands
shove me onto the stage as a small girl with red hair, who can
scarcely be older than five, is being led off the other side. My
stomach twists at her frightened expression, at the terror-filled
memory of my first sellingthe brief image of coming home
to the midwife after my curse had wiped out her entire herd of
sheep. Within hours I was sold to a man who gave a whole new
meaning to the word monster.
The merchants assistant is standing beside me. He looms
over the buyers and makes up attributes about me, of which he
knows nothing and believes none of. What a sideshow.
The bidding starts low. Despite the aching slash in my
neck, I stare into the faces of the individuals yelling out prices,
evaluating them as they freely evaluate me. Their ballooning
silk hats and ruffled shawls, I swear, look strikingly similar to
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a pair of ladys panties I saw in the sale booth last year. These
people appear well-off compared to most Ive known in our
kingdom. Not as fancy as the politicians from the High Court,
but clearly living above the poverty of the peasants. Panty
shawls and all.
The bidding begins to climb with the same frenzy the onlookers have been possessed by for the past half hour. Suddenly, a
male voice clamors above the rest, Take off the hood and give
us a better look at her. Lets see what shes made of.
I scowl and lean forward, jerking on my reins to yell back,
Why arent you off helping win the war, you wastrel?
Right there, lets see her!
Yeah! Take off her cloak!
The assistant grabs my shoulder. I bristle, but his hand is
already reaching for my hood.
I shove an elbow into his skinny stomach, hard enough to
knock the wind from him. Dont touch me.
He yelps. Staggers back like the weakling he is.
Then the merchant swears, and before I can blink he climbs
onto the stage and lunges for my wrists.
I kick him in his crotch.
He screams but doesnt crumble. A noise erupts behind me
and just as Im turning to check, two men grab my arms and the
merchant is up and plows into my side, nearly knocking me over.
He grips my cloak and yanks it off in one harsh sweep.
Before I can count to one, the three of them are stumbling
back and tripping off the stage.
The crowd falls silent.
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