AN EMBER IN THE ASHES
SABAA TAHIR
HarperVoyager
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First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2015
Copyright © Sabaa Tahir 2015
Published by arrangement with Razorbill, a member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC
Cover design and illustration by Micaela Alcaino © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2018
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Maps by Jonathan Roberts
Sabaa Tahir asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the authorâs imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780007593262
Ebook Edition © June 2015 ISBN: 9780008125073
Version: 2018-07-03
âGame of Thrones fans will relish Tahirâs debut set in a brutal Rome-inspired empireâ Independent
âThe writing is as smooth as silk and keeps one reading long after the lights should have been outâ Robin Hobb
âSabaa Tahir shows us light in darkness, hope in a world of despair, and the human spirit reaching for greatness in difficult timesâ Brandon Sanderson
âBlew me away ⦠This book is dark, complex, vivid, and romantic â expect to be completely transportedâ MTV.com
âPerfect for fans of ⦠Sarah J. Maasâs Throne of Glass series ⦠The book is already set to be a film, which will be EPIC!â TeenVogue.com
âA heart-pounding story of love and loss, with the most original worldbuilding Iâve read all year ⦠I could not put it downâ Margaret Stohl
âTahir spins a captivating, heart-pounding fantasyâ Us Weekly
For Kashi,
who taught me that my spiritis stronger than my fear
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Praise
Dedication
Maps
Part One: The Raid
Chapter One: Laia
Chapter Two: Elias
Chapter Three: Laia
Chapter Four: Elias
Chapter Five: Laia
Chapter Six: Elias
Chapter Seven: Laia
Chapter Eight: Elias
Chapter Nine: Laia
Chapter Ten: Elias
Chapter Eleven: Laia
Chapter Twelve: Elias
Chapter Thirteen: Laia
Part Two: The Trials
Chapter Fourteen: Elias
Chapter Fifteen: Laia
Chapter Sixteen: Elias
Chapter Seventeen: Laia
Chapter Eighteen: Elias
Chapter Nineteen: Laia
Chapter Twenty: Elias
Chapter Twenty-One: Laia
Chapter Twenty-Two: Elias
Chapter Twenty-Three: Laia
Chapter Twenty-Four: Elias
Chapter Twenty-Five: Laia
Chapter Twenty-Six: Elias
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Laia
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Elias
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Laia
Chapter Thirty: Elias
Chapter Thirty-One: Laia
Chapter Thirty-Two: Elias
Chapter Thirty-Three: Laia
Chapter Thirty-Four: Elias
Chapter Thirty-Five: Laia
Chapter Thirty-Six: Elias
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Laia
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Elias
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Laia
Chapter Forty: Elias
Chapter Forty-One: Laia
Chapter Forty-Two: Elias
Chapter Forty-Three: Laia
Chapter Forty-Four: Elias
Part Three: Body And Soul
Chapter Forty-Five: Laia
Chapter Forty-Six: Elias
Chapter Forty-Seven: Laia
Chapter Forty-Eight: Elias
Chapter Forty-Nine: Laia
Chapter Fifty: Elias
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Publisher
My big brother reaches home in the dark hours before dawn, when even ghosts take their rest. He smells of steel and coal and forge. He smells of the enemy.
He folds his scarecrow body through the window, bare feet silent on the rushes. A hot desert wind blows in after him, rustling the limp curtains. His sketchbook falls to the floor, and he nudges it under his bunk with a quick foot, as if itâs a snake.
Where have you been, Darin? In my head, I have the courage to ask the question, and Darin trusts me enough to answer. Why do you keep disappearing? Why, when Pop and Nan need you? When I need you?