PRAISE FOR INTERNATIONALLY BESTSELLING AUTHOR
JULIE KAGAWA
âKatniss Everdeen better watch out.â
âHuffington Post on The Immortal Rules
âJulie Kagawa is one killer storyteller.â
âMTV
âa book that will keep its readers glued to the pages until the very endâ
âNew York Journal of Books
âKagawa pulls her readers into a unique world of make-believe with her fantastic storytelling and ultimately leaves them wanting more by the end of each book.â
âTimes Record News
âKagawa has done the seemingly impossible and written a vampire bookâ¦that feels fresh in an otherwise crowded genre.â
âKirkus Reviews on The Immortal Rules
âAn intense and thought-provoking seriesâ
âSchool Library Journal on The Eternity Cure
âSurpasses the greater majority of dark fantasiesâ
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JULIE KAGAWA is the internationally bestselling author of the Iron Fey, Blood of Eden and The Talon Saga series. Born in Sacramento, she has been a bookseller and an animal trainer and enjoys reading, painting, playing in her garden and training in martial arts. She lives near Louisville, Kentucky, with her husband and a plethora of pets. Visit her at www.juliekagawa.com.
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Blood of Eden series (in reading order)
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WINTERâS PASSAGE (eBook) THE IRON DAUGHTER THE IRON QUEEN SUMMERâS CROSSING (eBook) THE IRON KNIGHT IRONâS PROPHECY (eBook) THE LOST PRINCE THE IRON TRAITOR
Garret
I stood before a silent, watchful table, six pairs of eyes on me, keen gazes ranging from suspicious to appraising as we waited for the charges to be declared. Men in uniforms of black and gray, with the emblem of the Orderâa red cross on a white shieldâdisplayed proudly on their jackets. Their harsh, lined faces reflected a lifetime of war and struggle. Some I knew only by reputation. Others I had trained under, fought for, followed commands from without a second thought. Lieutenant Gabriel Martin sat at one end of the table, his black eyes and blank expression giving nothing away. Iâd known him nearly my whole life; he had molded me into what I was today. The Perfect Soldier, as my squad mates had taken to calling me. A nickname Iâd picked up during the relatively short time Iâd been fighting. Prodigy was another word that had been tossed around over the years, and lucky son of a bitch, if they were feeling less generous. I owed most of my success to Lieutenant Martin, for recognizing something in a quiet, somber orphan and pushing him to try harder, to do more. To rise above everyone else. So I had. Iâd killed more enemies of the Order than anyone else my age, and the number wouldâve been much higher had the unexpected not occurred this summer. Regardless of my situation, I had been one of the best, and I had Martin to thank for that.
But the man sitting across the table was a stranger, an impassive judge. He, along with the rest of the men seated there in a row, would decide my fate tonight.
The room in which I stood was small but Spartan, with tile floors, harsh overhead lights, low ceilings and walls with no windows. Normally it was used for debriefings or the occasional meeting, and the long table usually sat in the center surrounded by chairs. Except for the main headquarters in London, Order chapterhouses did not have designated courtrooms. While disorderly conduct among soldiers was expected from time to time, and desertion sometimes reared its ugly head, full-blown treason was unheard of. Loyalty to the cause was something every soldier of St. George understood. To betray the Order was to betray everything.
The man in the very center of the row straightened, eyeing me over the polished wood. His name was John Fischer, and he was a respected captain of the Order and a hero in the field. The left side of his face was a mass of burn scars and puckered flesh, and he wore them like a medal of honor. His steely expression didnât change as he folded his equally scarred hands in front of him and raised his voice.
âGarret Xavier Sebastian.â He barked my full name, and the room instantly fell silent. The trial was officially under way. âFor disobeying a direct order,â Fischer continued, âattacking a squad mate, fraternizing with the enemy and allowing three known hostiles to escape, you are accused of high treason against the Order of St. George.â His sharp blue eyes fixed on me, hard and unyielding. âDo you understand the charges brought against you?â