Author: K.J. ParkerGenre: FantasyPublisher: OrbitPublished: 4/9/2019Format: Trade PaperbackISBN: 0316270792A siege is approaching, and the City has little time left to prepare. The people have no food and no weapons, and the enemy has sworn to slaughter them all. Their only chance rests with a colonel of engineers – a despised outsider, a genius, a master of military and political strategy with the wrong color skin. … Continue reading Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City
Author: Tasha SuriGenre: FantasySeries: The Books of AmbhaISBN: B07B8J34CCA nobleman’s daughter with magic in her blood. An empire built on the dreams of enslaved gods. Empire of Sand is Tasha Suri’s captivating, Mughal India-inspired debut fantasy. The Amrithi are outcasts; nomads descended of desert spirits, they are coveted and persecuted throughout the Empire for the power in their blood. Mehr is the illegitimate daughter of … Continue reading A Review of Empire of Sand by Tasha Suri
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