It’s like Ten Little Indians, Survivor, and The Hunger Games, with a fantasy setting.
In Throne of Glass, by Sara J. Maas, someone is knocking off, one by one, the 24 champions who have gathered together in Adarlan’s palace for a great tournament.
Is it one of the other champions, getting a head start on eliminating the competition?
Is it our plucky heroine, the Assassin rescued from the salt mines of Endovier at the very beginning of the book?
Is it some supernatural force that has found its way through a time portal?
Is it the salacious and loathsome Duke Perrington?
Is it one of the four stone gargoyles that guard the clock tower?
The Assassin, whose name is Celaena, who is blond and beautiful, plucky like Katniss, and sort of despairing as well as depressed — though what she has to be depressed about self simply cannot imagine. Unless it’s the fact that she has to be an assassin! — is taken to the scene of the latest murder.
Celaena: Those are clean cuts around his ankles. His tendons were snapped by a knife, to keep him from running . . . Look at his fingernails . . . The tips are cracked and shattered.”
She used her own nail to scrape out the dirt beneath the victim’s nails, and smeared it across her palm. “See?” She held out her hand for Chaol to observe. “Dust and bits of stone.” She pulled aside the arm, revealing faint lines in the stone beneath. “Fingernail marks. He was desperate to get away . . . “
As, who can blame the victim? Self, too, would be desperate to get away, if she knew something was trying to kill her.
Anyhoo, self loves having discussions with her niece Karina over:
Karina: self’s guide to all things YA.
What is going to happen next?
Who are these two men who love Celaena?
What makes a bad-ass female assassin?
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.