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Title:
Trickster's choice
Author:
Pierce, Tamora.
Personal Author:
Edition:
First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : Random House, [2003]

©2003
Physical Description:
422 pages : map ; 22 cm
Summary:
Alianne must call forth her mother's courage and her father's wit in order to survive on the Copper Isles in a royal court rife with political intrigue and murderous conspiracy.
Language:
English
Reading Level:
790 Lexile.
Program Information:
Accelerated Reader AR MG+ 5.8 19.0 74765.

Reading Counts RC 6-8 6.1 25 Quiz: 34144 Guided reading level: W.
ISBN:
9780375814662

9780375828799

9780375914669

9780375814723
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Summary

Summary

Tamora Pierce brings readers another Tortall adventure! Alianne is the teenage daughter of the famed Alanna, the first lady knight in Tortall. Young Aly follows in the quieter footsteps of her father, however, delighting in the art of spying. When she is captured and sold as a slave to an exiled royal family in the faraway Copper Islands, it is this skill that makes a difference in a world filled with political intrigue, murderous conspiracy, and warring gods. This is the first of two books featuring Alianne.


Author Notes

Author Tamora Pierce was born in South Connellsville, Pennsylvania on December 13, 1954. She received a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University of Pennsylvania. Her first book, Alanna: The First Adventure, was published in 1983 and she became a full-time author in 1992. She writes fantasy books, mainly involving young heroines, for young adults. She is the author of numerous series including Song of the Lioness; The Immortals; Circle of Magic; Protector of the Small; The Circle Opens; Daughter of the Lioness; The Circle Reforged; and Beka Cooper. Her novel Battle Magic was a New York Times bestseller.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Reviews 3

Booklist Review

Gr. 7-12. Readers who have delighted in the tales of Alanna the Lioness will be equally thrilled by this rich and complex tale of Alanna's teenage daughter, Aly. Aly longs to be a spy, like her father, and is prickly with her often-absent mother. When the 16-year-old dashes off, she is instantly captured by pirates and sold into slavery to a noble family, the Balitangs of the Copper Isles. There, the trickster god Kyprioth binds Aly to him: she is to keep her charges, the Balitang children, safe for the summer, and then she can go home. Aly hides her skills in magic and weaponry and her fierce intelligence in plain sight; watching her mind work is a wonder. She learns the language of crows and teaches them hers, and a crow of great power and sweetness makes himself into human form for her sake. A marvelous cast of characters, human, mage, and animal; a tangled web of political and racial tensions; and the promise of other Aly stories to come will engage Pierce's legions of fans and win over even more. --GraceAnne DeCandido Copyright 2003 Booklist


Publisher's Weekly Review

Pierce fans will flock to welcome back the star of her first novel, Alanna: The First Adventure, this time in a supporting rolethe main focus here is her daughter, 16-year-old slacker Aly (short for Alianne). While Alanna fights a bitter war with Scanra in the North, Aly stays at home, trying to figure out what to do with her life, and how to emerge from her mother's shadow. Impulsively, she takes a boat ride, and is snatched by slave traders ignorant of her identity. Aly ends up in the household of a family that has fallen out of favor with the vicious King Oron, who sends them into exile while demanding most of their wealth. Meanwhile, Aly is approached by a "local sea god, among other things," as Kyprioth (the trickster of the title) introduces himself. He sets her a wager: keep the family's children safe for the next three months, and she will be returned homeplus Kyprioth will convince her father to let her become a spy (an idea to which both her parents are vehemently opposed). If she fails, she must act as Kyprioth's servant for one year. Pierce luxuriates in her setting, moving the action along at a pace that might seem sluggish to some, but will be just right to her legion of devotees. As with her other books, this one is densely political, rife with cultural background and sprawling character trees. The climax is worth the wait, and ably sets up a framework for future adventures of this very likable new heroine. Ages 10-13. (Sept.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved


School Library Journal Review

Gr 7-10-This fantasy in Tamora Pierce's Daughter of the Lioness series (Random, 2003) will grab the attention of teens immediately as Alianne, daughter of Alanna (Alanna: The First Adventure, Random, 1989) has to explain her desire for blue hair to her noble parents. They are also frustrated that she wants to become a spy like her father, and want her to start making something of her life. However, her kidnapping, and a bet with a god set Alianne on her own in a different kingdom guarding royal children during times of political intrigue as the fantasy adventure continues. Actress Trini Alvarado reads quickly, with a light timbre, but slows her pace to add suspense to the story. There are too many characters to have an individual voice for each one, but she does change accents and tones. Her pitch and volume vary to show a variety of emotions raging from gentleness and love to anger and frustration. A fun choice for teens who like adventure set in a new world.-Claudia Moore, W.T. Woodson High School, Fairfax, VA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

Nawat stood against the wall, relaxed and alert. Before him two men-at-arms were preparing to shoot. Dove stood behind one archer with a handful of arrows, while the duchess held arrows for the second archer. Aly's mind told her that the duchess would hardly consent to murder just as the first man shot. The second man shot immediately after him. Then both set fresh arrows to the string and shot steadily, arrow after arrow, one at a time, until they had exhausted all the extras held by the duchess and her stepdaughter. Nawat caught them all with grace and ease, snatching the arrows from the air as if he had all day to do so. When the archers finished, he gathered the heap of arrows at his feet and carried them back to their owners. He's so fast, Aly thought in awe. I couldn't do it, and I'm no slouch! She sighed, wishing Da were here to see it. He'd taught her to catch daggers in midair, but this game was much more hazardous. The game was not done. The men-at-arms repeated the experiment with javelins, then hunting and combat spears. Nawat caught them all, moving so fast Aly couldn't follow his hands. She cheered him and the men-at-arms on. When the bell rang to remind the household it was nearly time for supper, he looked up at the applauding Aly and waved. "This is my favorite game," he called to her. "Do you want to play?" "I wouldn't dare!" she cried, laughing, before she retreated into the room. She'd seen men catch knives before. She had seen the finest archers in the Queen's Riders draw an outline in arrows of someone positioned against a wooden fence or wall, just to show they could do it. She had never seen anything like this. Sarai and Dove ran in. Sarai smiled at Aly. "You should have seen your face! Did you know he could do that?" she asked as she collapsed on her bed. Dove unstrung her bow, shaking her head. "He's amazing," she said, coiling her bowstring. "You know, maybe this horrible old place isn't so bad," Sarai told the ceiling. "Not if these wonderful men keep showing up." Aly raised an eyebrow at her. "I wouldn't try kissing him," she warned. "It wouldn't be what you expect." Sarai wrinkled her nose. "Aly!" she complained. "I found out he eats bugs! I'm not kissing a man with bug breath!" Aly blinked. I don't remember him tasting of bugs when he kissed me, she thought. I'd better pay more attention next time. Her mind promptly reined her up. This was highly improper. There would be no next time. Her task was looking after the Balitang children, not mooning over someone, particularly not a crow turned man. Even if he could pluck arrows from the air. The next morning Aly, still on a goatherd's hours, walked out of the keep into the dawn. The sun had just cleared the walls to light the inner courtyard and the young man who straddled a bench there. Aly stopped to watch him carefully glue pieces of feather onto the wooden shaft. Nawat looked up at her with a smile that lit his eyes. "You are beautiful in the new light," he told her. "If I were the Dawn Crow, I would bring you the sun to hatch as our first nestling." Aly blinked at him. Her heart felt strangely squeezed by some powerful emotion. She bit her lip to distract herself from a feeling that made her horribly unsure. "Have you been kissing anybody?" she asked without meaning to, and gasped. She had let words out of her mouth without thinking, which was not like her! Worse, they were such personal words, ones he might feel meant personal feelings she did not have! This was the kind of thing that other girls said, those girls who were not bored by all the young men who had courted them. How many handsome fellows had sighed compliments to Aly while, unconcerned, she had mentally wrestled with breaking a new code? At home she never cared about her suitors enough to worry if they kissed other girls. She scrambled to blot out what she'd said. "Not that it's any of my business, but you should understand, people have a way of kissing for fun, without it meaning anything serious, and I'd hate for you to think someone wanted you to mate-feed them just because they're kissing--" Stop babbling, her mind ordered. Aly stopped. Nawat's smile broadened. That disturbing light in his eyes deepened. "I have kissed no one but you, Aly," he assured her, serious. "Why should I kiss anyone else?" Aly gulped. You can continue this conversation, or you can talk about something less . . . giddy, she told herself. Less frightening. "You know I won't always be around," she said abruptly. "I don't belong here, really." "Then I will go with you," Nawat said. "I belong with you." He doesn't know what he's saying, Aly told herself. He doesn't know what that means. She looked at him, arms folded, trying to keep any extra feelings from leaping out. "What are you doing?" she asked, to change the subject to anything less dangerous. Then she grimaced. He was fletching arrows, as always. She glanced at his bench, then bent down. He was fletching, but these arrows were heavier, and the feathers he used were not bird feathers, but Stormwing. "How did you cut them up?" she wanted to know, genuinely curious. More scraps of cut-up steel feathers lay on the bench. Nawat pointed to a long piece of what looked like black, chipped glass. "Shiny volcano rock," he told Aly. "Chip the edge until it is sharp. That cuts Stormwing feathers. They come from the heat of the place where Stormwings were born." Aly touched the glassy blade. "Obsidian," she said. "That's its name." "Yes," Nawat replied. "Shiny volcano rock." He set a length of steel feather into a thin groove filled with glue and held it in place. Aly didn't see a single cut on his hands, though the feathers were lethally sharp. "Won't they be too heavy for the glue?" she asked. "I shaped the glue. It holds Stormwing feathers," Nawat answered. "Stormwings really are born in volcanoes?" Aly inquired, curious. "In the beginning time, when they were first dreamed," replied Nawat, setting another piece of steel feather in its slot. "Now, if carrying an egg does not kill the mother, they are born from steel eggs." He looked at Aly and sighed, his dark eyes wistful. "The eggs are too heavy for a crow to take." "You've already taken enough from Stormwings," Aly told him, pointing to the small pile of glinting feathers beside his bench. "You could have been killed." "There is a trick to it," he replied, and blew lightly on his fletchings. Holding the arrow shaft before one eye, he squinted down its length. "Perfect," he declared, and set the arrow down. "It seems like a lot of trouble and risk when goose feathers are safer to work with," Aly remarked. "What is a Stormwing-fletched arrow for, anyway?" "They are mage killers," replied Nawat. "No matter if the mage is powerful, if he has great spells to protect him. A Stormwing arrow will cut through illusion and magic." Aly whistled softly, impressed. "Take very good care of those, then," she told Nawat. "We might find a use for them." "I made them for you," Nawat said, giving her that radiant, innocent smile. "They are yours, for a day when they will help you." He offered a finished arrow shaft to her. Aly smiled at him despite the goose bumps that rippled along her skin. "Keep them until they're needed, please," she told him. "My archery skills aren't very good." "You could practice," Nawat pointed out. "I'm a slave," Aly explained. "Slaves who are caught with weapons are killed." "Then do not be a slave," he said matter-of-factly. "Fly free." "Not just yet," she replied. "I'll see the summer out first." Excerpted from Trickster's Choice by Tamora Pierce All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

Table of Contents

Excerpt from The Luarin Conquestp. 1
1 Parentsp. 4
2 Tricksterp. 32
3 The Rakap. 52
4 The Roadp. 75
5 Settling Inp. 99
6 Of Goats and Crowsp. 129
7 Conversationsp. 147
8 A Spy's Workp. 172
9 Learning the Groundp. 199
10 Assassinsp. 233
11 Migrationsp. 261
12 The Mage of Pohonp. 285
13 Ladies of the Rakap. 307
14 Pivotp. 330
15 Winged Messengerp. 351
16 Betrayalp. 375
Cast of Charactersp. 404
Glossaryp. 411

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