Horizon (Bone Universe #3)
Author: Fran Wilde
Release Date: September 26, 2017
Publisher: Tor Books
A City of living Bone towers crumbles to the ground and danger surrounds. Kirit Densira has lost everything she loved the most―her mother, her home, and the skies above. Nat Brokenwings―once Kirit's brother long before the rebellion tore them apart―is still trying to save his family in the face of catastrophe. They will need to band together once more to ensure not just own survival, but that of their entire community.
Praise for THE BONE UNIVERSE Series:
"Wilde’s fantastical trilogy (after Cloudbound) takes on violent political divisions, ecological desolation, and the imminent death of the only world the characters have ever known....Fans of the series will be satisfied by its conclusion." ―Publishers Weekly on Horizon
“A fantastic follow-up to Updraft―I liked it better than its predecessor, particularly for what it says about the politics of fear and prejudice, and how giving people what they want isn't always the best thing." ―Aliette de Bodard, award-winning author of House of Shattered Wings, on Cloudbound
"A thrilling and complex tale about the most difficult stage of a revolution: what do you do after you win? Highly recommended both for the story it tells as well as how it tells that story. Wilde takes risks that pay off hugely.” ―Ken Liu, Hugo and Nebula Award-winning author of The Grace of Kings, on Cloudbound
"A book that’s impossible to put down. [Wilde has] planted herself firmly in the “authors to watch” category." ―Andrew Liptak on Updraft
"The world of the towers grown from bone, where residents strap on wings and soar the air currents, is captivating...Kirit’s journey to find her place is satisfying, but the real draw is a world that readers will be anxious to revisit in future volumes of this exciting new series." ―Library Journal, starred review, on Updraft
Top 10 Ways You Get Inspired to Write
1. Reading – whether it’s research or poetry or a great short story, fantastic work always inspires me.
2. Sketching – I love to draw, and there’s no better way for me to really “see” a place than to try to capture it on paper before I write about it.
3. Music – a very small (sometimes just one song!) playlist specific to the project I’m working on helps me focus.
4. A comfy spot to write.
5. A really good pen – I love fountain pens.
6. Really beautiful ink – see above (I’m partial to the stormy grays right now).
7. A great journal – while I write a lot on my iPad, sketching and taking notes in my journal is great for inspiration.
8. Watching the water.
9. Talking about writing with other writers.
10. Writing - it inspires me to write more.
“Whom do you fly for?” I shook the blackwing awake. In the dark, they might not see my marks, or know I was a councilor, but they knew they’d been caught. Lari lit an oil lamp and held the fretworked bone container so that light glared in our captive’s eyes. She handed me a skein of Lawsmarkers.
The blackwing squinted and fended me off with a hand. “I fly for no one now! I came for help!” I saw his face. His eyes wide with fear. Good.
Our guards continued to search the night for more blackwings, to guard the crowded tiers filled with family and refugees above us. Meanwhile, the setting moon outlined everything in silver: the balcony, Lari’s watchful pose, the net draped over the prisoner, the prisoner’s worn black wingset.
Lari snorted. “You should have come in daylight.”
The young blackwing shook his head. “I told the quadrant leader I’d go, that I’d do what he wanted tonight. He’s a powerful blackwing. But I wanted to leave Bissel too. I needed to leave. There is too much infighting.” He sounded miserable. I would too, in his position.
A second guard stepped closer. Three of us, surrounding the boy. Six more flying close formation just beyond the tier.
“What should we do with you? So many laws broken.” I shook the Lawsmarkers so that they clattered. “Blackwings don’t hesitate to drop a Lawsbreaker into the clouds. They don’t care which tower’s Lawsmarkers you’re wearing either.”
The blackwings had first appeared in the southwest as Grigrit councilman Doran’s guards. Doran was dead now, but the blackwings had grown in power, then splintered into groups once their secretive leader, Dix, had disappeared. They were not forgiving of Lawsbreakers.
“Please,” the boy whispered. He knelt on the bone tier beneath the net. “Please. My aunts are in danger too. Blackwings fight amongst themselves. I had nothing to eat. I had to fly.”
I leaned closer. “What’s your name?” The boy smelled of sweat and muzz, but something rang true in his words. His eyes were hollows; his shoulders shook. “What did the blackwing quadrant leader ask of you?”
“My name’s Urie,” he whispered. “And the quadrant leader told me it was important to start as many fires as I could to disrupt the markets.”
I put the Lawsmarkers in my satchel and pulled out a strip of dried goose meat. Handed this to Urie. “Bring him water, Lari. Keep him bound.”
My guards did as I asked. Urie chewed on the dried goose as if it was the first food he’d tasted in a long time.
The blackwings had sent a boy to his death. Tower against tower. They’d asked him to do the unspeakable, alone, and they hadn’t even fed him. They probably thought a feeling of importance was food enough.
I’d have deserted them too.
“You might have a better chance here with us, Urie.” I kept my voice soothing, as I would with fledges. I wanted him to tell me everything. “You can do a very important thing for the city now. Tell me. Are there more of you?”
Urie nodded, eyes wide. “Six blackwings for Mondarath. Coming from the north. Before dawn.”
Copyright © 2017 by Fran Wilde
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