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The Girl and the Stars (The Book of the Ice)
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About The Girl And The Stars
Product Description A stunning new epic fantasy series following a young outcast who must fight with everything she has to survive, set in the same world as Red Sister. In the ice, east of the Black Rock, there is a hole into which broken children are thrown. Yaz’s people call it the Pit of the Missing and now it is drawing her in as she has always known it would. To resist the cold, to endure the months of night when even the air itself begins to freeze, requires a special breed. Variation is dangerous, difference is fatal. And Yaz is not the same. Yaz’s difference tears her from the only life she’s ever known, away from her family, from the boy she thought she would spend her days with, and has to carve out a new path for herself in a world whose existence she never suspected. A world full of difference and mystery and danger. Yaz learns that Abeth is older and stranger than she had ever imagined. She learns that her weaknesses are another kind of strength and that the cruel arithmetic of survival that has always governed her people can be challenged. Review Praise for The Girl and the Stars“Mark Lawrence has produced more than a dozen novels in a decade, and The Girl and the Stars is one of the best… not only a thrilling fight for survival…but a revelatory coming of age story.”– The Guardian “A crackling good adventure with a rich mythological background. Yaz, like Nona in the Ancestor series, is strong, vulnerable, and an excellent anchor for this new series.”-- Booklist “Exceptional, haunting, and claustrophobic...An incredible and emotionaladventure.”—Grimdark Magazine "Wondrous and chilling...Readers looking for an utterly fresh fantasy world would do well to give this one a try."–Bookpage About the Author Mark Lawrence was born in Champaign-Urbana, Illinois, to British parents but moved to the UK at the age of one. After earning a PhD in mathematics at Imperial College London, he went back to the US to work on a variety of research projects, including the "Star Wars" missile-defense program. Since returning to the UK, he has worked mainly on image processing and decision/reasoning theory. He never had any ambition to be a writer, so he was very surprised when a half-hearted attempt to find an agent turned into a global publishing deal overnight. His first trilogy, The Broken Empire, has been universally acclaimed as a groundbreaking work of fantasy, and both Emperor of Thorns and The Liar's Key have won the David Gemmell Legend Award for best fantasy novel. Mark is married, with four children, and lives in Bristol. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 In the ice, east of the Black Rock, there is a hole into which broken children are thrown. Yaz had always known about the hole. Her people called it the Pit of the Missing and she had carried the knowledge of it with her like a midnight eye watching from the back of her mind. It seemed that her entire life had been spent circling that pit in the ice and that now it was drawing her in as she had always known it would. "Hey!" Zeen pointed. "The mountain!" Yaz squinted in the direction her younger brother indicated. On the horizon, barely visible, a black spot, stark against all the white. A month had passed since the landscape had offered anything but white and now that she saw the dark peak she couldn't understand how it had taken Zeen's eyes to find it for her. "I know why it's black," Zeen said. Everyone knew but Yaz let him tell her-at twelve he thought himself a man, but he still boasted like a child. "It's black because the rocks are hot and the ice melts." Zeen lowered his hand. It seemed strange to see his fingers. In the north where the Ictha normally roamed the whole clan went so heaped in hide and skins that they barely looked human. Even in their tents they wore mittens anytime that fine tasks were not required. It was easy to forget that people even had fingers. But here, as far south as her
