But other Crows have no power at all, while every single member of another caste has the ability to use their Birthright. That’s the reason Fie is being trained to take over as chieftain after Pa. They’re witches, or bone thieves, who can burn the teeth of other castes to temporarily give themselves the Birthrights of other castes. Some Crows, such as Fie, her Pa and her friend Hangdog, have another gift too. (Clear influence of the bubonic plague in medieval Europe here – look at what plague doctors wore!) Whenever a mercy killing needs to be handed down to a plague victim, or the bodies of sufferers need to be taken away and burned, the Crows in their beaked masks are called. By night they fear the Oleander Guild, a group of hooded white-cloaked riders who hunt down and kill Crows, as they did to Fie’s ma.īut Crows do have one thing going for them: of all the castes, they are the only one completely immune to catching the sinner’s plague, a terrible disease that keeps hitting villages. Now Crows roam the land, belittled and scorned by everyone. While all the other castes – things like Sparrow, Hawk, and Peacock – have special gifts known as Birthrights handed down to them by the thousand dead gods who made them, the Crow gods didn’t see fit to leave anything to their creations. Sixteen-year-old Fie is a Crow, the lowest caste in Sabor. I feel like I’ve said that about quite a few books lately, and I want to assure you all that I am a harsh critic! But I loved the characters in this novel, and – surprisingly for a fantasy novel – I thought the world was pretty great, too. But what happens when Tavin begins to want something to call his own?ĪRC received in exchange for an honest review – thank you! Hawk warrior Tavin has always put Jas’s life before his, magically assuming the prince’s appearance and shadowing his every step. But he offers a wager that she can’t refuse: protect him from a ruthless queen, and he’ll protect the Crows when he reigns. When Crown Prince Jasimir turns out to have faked his death, Fie’s ready to cut her losses-and perhaps his throat. Her Crow caste of undertakers and mercy-killers takes more abuse than coin, but when they’re called to collect royal dead, she’s hoping they’ll find the payout of a lifetime. Fie abides by one rule: look after your own.
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