A Betrayal in Winter (The Long Price Quartet)
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Daniel Abraham delighted fantasy readers with his brilliant, original, and engaging first novel, A Shadow in Summer. Now he has produced an even more powerful sequel, a tragedy as darkly personal and violent as Shakespeare’s Macbeth.
As a boy, Otah Machi was exiled from his family, Machi’s ruling house. Decades later, he has witnessed and been part of world-changing events. Yet he has never returned to Machi. Now his father—the Khai, or ruler, of Machi—is dying and his eldest brother Biitrah has been assassinated, Otah realizes that he must return to Machi, for reasons not even he understands.
Tradition dictates that the sons of a dying Khai fall upon each other until only one remains to succeed his father. But something even worse is occurring in Machi. The Galts, an expansive empire, have allied with someone in Machi to bring down the ruling house. Otah is accused, the long-missing brother with an all-too-obvious motive for murder.
With the subtlety and wonderful storytelling skill of his first novel, Abraham has created a masterful drama filled with a unique magic, a suspenseful thriller of sexual betrayal, and Machiavellian politics.
smiled. Maati thought there was condescension in them. Perhaps even pity. He felt a blush rise in his cheeks, but kept his face still. He knew how he must appear to the Khai’s weary eyes, but he would not flinch and confirm the man’s worst suspicions. He swallowed once to loosen his throat. “You have great faith in yourself,” the Khai Machi said. “You come to my city for the first time. You know nothing of its streets and tunnels, little of its history, and you say that finding my missing son
Hiami said. “I see. Have you missed a month?” It took a moment for the girl to understand. Her blush deepened. “No. It’s not that. It’s just that I think he may be the one. He’s from a good family,” Idaan said quickly, as if she were already defending him. “They have interests in a trading house and a strong bloodline and …” Hiami took a pose that silenced the girl. Idaan looked down at her hands, but then she smiled. The horrified, joyous smile of new love discovered. Hiami remembered how
at the bare fire grate. Anger buoyed her up, and she clung to it. She heard it when he stood, heard his footsteps approaching. It was a little victory, but it pleased her. As he sat cross-legged on the floor before her, she raised an eyebrow and sketched a pose of welcome before choosing another grape. “I came last night,” he said. “I was looking for you.” “I wasn’t here,” she said. The pause was meant to injure her. Look how sad you’ve made me, Idaan. It was a child’s tactic, and that it
It galled him, but he knew he would have to apologize later. He should never have struck the man. If he had borne the insults and insinuations, he could have forced contrition from Baarath, but he hadn’t. He looked at his scattered notes. Perhaps he was a bully. Perhaps there was nothing to be found in all this. After all, Otah would die regardless. Danat would take his father’s place, and Maati would go back to the Dai-kvo. He would even be able to claim a measure of success. Otah was starving
indication. She found herself rocking rapidly back and forth. When a sound came from the door, she jumped up, panicked, looking around for some excuse to explain Adrah’s absence. When he himself came in, she could see in his eyes that it was over. Adrah pulled off the cloak, letting it pool around his ankles. His bright robes seemed as incongruous as a butterfly in a butcher’s shop. His face was stone. “You’ve done it,” Idaan said, and two full breaths later, he nodded. Something as much