The Prison Healer by Lynette Noni (English) Hardcover Book

Description: The Prison Healer by Lynette Noni From Australias #1 best-selling YA author Lynette Noni comes a dark, thrilling YA fantasy about Kiva, a girl forced to heal prisoners of war who must wager her life in a series of deadly elemental trials, all to save the rebel forces queen. Perfect for fans of Sarah J. Maas and Sabaa Tahir. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description "Lynette Noni is a masterful storyteller. A must-read for any fantasy lover!" -- SARAH J. MAAS, #1 New York Times Bestselling AuthorSeventeen-year-old Kiva Meridan has spent the last ten years fighting for survival in the notorious death prison, Zalindov, working as the prison healer.When the Rebel Queen is captured, Kiva is charged with keeping the terminally ill woman alive long enough for her to undergo the Trial by Ordeal: a series of elemental challenges against the torments of air, fire, water, and earth, assigned to only the most dangerous of criminals.Then a coded message from Kivas family arrives, containing a single order: "Dont let her die. We are coming." Aware that the Trials will kill the sickly queen, Kiva risks her own life to volunteer in her place. If she succeeds, both she and the queen will be granted their freedom.But no one has ever survived.With an incurable plague sweeping Zalindov, a mysterious new inmate fighting for Kivas heart, and a prison rebellion brewing, Kiva cant escape the terrible feeling that her trials have only just begun.From bestselling author Lynette Noni comes a dark, thrilling YA fantasy perfect for fans of Sarah J. Maas, and Sabaa Tahir. Author Biography Lynette Noni is currently Australias #1 YA author. After studying journalism, academic writing and human behavior at university, she finally ventured into the world of fiction. She is now a full-time writer and the bestselling author of the six-book young adult fantasy series. She lives in Buderim, Australia. lynettenoni.com, Twitter and Instagram: @lynettenoni. Review Praise for The Prison Healer: "Lynette Noni is a masterful storyteller. A must-read for any fantasy lover!" -- SARAH J. MAAS, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Praise for Lynette Noni: "Let me say right up front that Lynette Noni is a very talented writer. Her books tell stories that draw you in and refuse to let go. Her characters are memorable and quick to surprise. I cannot wait to see what she will do next." --Terry Brooks, author, The Shannara Chronicles "Lynette Noni is a masterful storyteller. Her characters steal into your heart and wont let go!" --Maria V. Snyder, author, the Poison Study series "Lynette Nonis compelling stories keep readers turning pages to the very end. --Juliet Marillier, author, the Sevenwaters series "When Lynette Noni opens the door to another world, dont hesitate: jump in and enjoy. --Trudi Canavan, author, The Black Magician trilogy -- Review Quote Praise for The Prison Healer: "Lynette Noni is a masterful storyteller. A must-read for any fantasy lover!" -- SARAH J. MAAS, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Praise for Lynette Noni: "Let me say right up front that Lynette Noni is a very talented writer. Her books tell stories that draw you in and refuse to let go. Her characters are memorable and quick to surprise. I cannot wait to see what she will do next." --Terry Brooks, author, The Shannara Chronicles "Lynette Noni is a masterful storyteller. Her characters steal into your heart and wont let go!" --Maria V. Snyder, author, the Poison Study series "Lynette Nonis compelling stories keep readers turning pages to the very end. --Juliet Marillier, author, the Sevenwaters series "When Lynette Noni opens the door to another world, dont hesitate: jump in and enjoy. --Trudi Canavan, author, The Black Magician trilogy Excerpt from Book Chapter One Looking down at the boy strapped to the metal table before her, Kiva Meridan leaned in close and whispered, "Take a deep breath." Before he could blink, she braced his wrist and stabbed the tip of her white-hot blade into the back of his hand. He screamed and thrashed against her--they always did--but she tightened her grip and continued carving three deep lines into his flesh, forming a Z. A single character to identify him as a prisoner at Zalindov. The wound would heal, but the scar would remain forever. Kiva worked as fast as she could and only eased her grip once the carving was complete. She repressed the urge to tell him that the worst had passed. While barely a teenager, he was still old enough to discern the truth from lies. He belonged to Zalindov now, the metal band around his wrist labeling him as inmate H67L129. There was nothing good in his future--lying would do him no favors. After smearing ballico sap across his bleeding flesh to stave off infection, then dusting it with pepperoot ash to ease his pain, Kiva wrapped his hand in a scrap of linen. She quietly warned him to keep it dry and clean for the next three days, all too aware that it would be impossible if he was allocated work in the tunnels, on the farms, or in the quarry. "Hold still, Im nearly done," Kiva said, swapping her blade for a pair of shears. They were speckled with rust, but the edges were sharp enough to cut through steel. The boy was shaking, fear dilating his pupils, his skin pale. Kiva didnt offer him any reassurances, not while the armed woman standing at the door to the infirmary watched her every move. Usually she was given a degree of privacy, working without the added pressure of the guards cold, keen eyes. But after the riot last week, they were on edge, monitoring everyone closely--even those like Kiva who were considered loyal to the Warden of Zalindov, a traitor to her fellow prisoners. An informant. A spy. No one loathed Kiva more than she did herself, but she couldnt regret her choices, regardless of the cost. Ignoring the whimpers now coming from the boy as she moved toward his head, Kiva began to hack at his hair in short, sharp motions. She remembered her own arrival at the prison a decade earlier, the humiliating process of being stripped down, scrubbed, and shorn. Shed left the infirmary with raw skin and no hair, an itchy gray tunic and matching pants her only possessions. Despite all shed been through at Zalindov, those early hours of degradation were some of the worst she could recall. Thinking about them now had her own scar giving a pang of recollected pain, drawing her eyes to the band she wore beneath it. N18K442--her identification number--was etched into the metal, a constant reminder that she was nothing and no one, that saying or doing the wrong thing, even looking at the wrong person at the wrong time, could mean her death. Zalindov showed no mercy, not even to the innocent. Especially not to the innocent. Kiva had been barely seven years old when shed first arrived, but her age hadnt protected her from the brutality of prison life. She more than anyone knew that her breaths were numbered. No one survived Zalindov. It was only a matter of time before she joined the multitudes who had gone before her. She was lucky, she knew, compared to many. Those assigned to the hard labor rarely lasted six months. A year, at most. But shed never had to suffer through such debilitating work. In the early weeks after her arrival, Kiva had been allocated a job in the entrance block, where shed sorted through the clothes and possessions taken from new inmates. Later, when a different position had needed filling--due to a lethal outbreak that took hundreds of lives--she was sent to the workrooms and tasked with cleaning and repairing the guards uniforms. Her fingers had bled and blistered from the unending laundry and needlecraft, but even then, shed had little reason to complain, comparatively. Kiva had been dreading the order for her to join the laborers, but the summons never came. Instead, after saving the life of a guard with a blood infection by advising him to use a poultice shed seen her father make countless times, she had earned herself a place in the infirmary as a healer. Nearly two years later, the only other inmate working in the infirmary was executed for smuggling angeldust to desperate prisoners, leaving the then twelve-year-old Kiva to step into his role. With it came the responsibility of carving Zalindovs symbol into the new arrivals, something that, to this day, Kiva despised. However, she knew that if she refused to mark them, both she and the new prisoners would suffer the wrath of the guards. Shed learned that early on--and bore the scars on her back as a reminder. She would have been flogged to death had there been anyone skilled enough to replace her at the time. Now, however, there were others who could take up her mantle. She was expendable, just like everyone else at Zalindov. The boys hair was a choppy mess when Kiva finally set the shears aside and reached for the razor. Sometimes it was enough to just cut away the tangles; other times, new arrivals came with matted, lice-infested locks, and it was best to shave it all off, rather than risk a plague of the small beasts spreading around the compound. "Dont worry, itll grow back," Kiva said gently, thinking of her own hair, black as night, that had been shorn upon her arrival yet now fell well down her back. Despite her attempted comfort, the boy continued trembling, making it harder for her to avoid grazing him as she swiped the razor over his scalp. Kiva wanted to tell him what he would face once he left the infirmary, but even if the guard hadnt been watching closely from the doorway, she knew that wasnt her place. New prisoners were partnered with another inmate for their first few days, and it was that persons responsibility to offer an introduction to Zalindov, to share warnings and reveal ways to stay alive. If, of course, that was desired. Some people arrived wanting to die, their hope already crumbled before they stepped through the iron gates and into the soulless limestone walls. Kiva hoped this boy still had some fight left in him. He would need it to get through all that was coming. "Done," she said, lowering the razor and stepping around to face him. He looked younger without his hair, all wide eyes, hollowed cheeks, and protruding ears. "That wasnt so bad, was it?" The boy stared at her as if she were one move away from slitting his throat. It was a look she was used to, especially from new arrivals. They didnt know she was one of them, a slave to Zalindovs whim. If he lived long enough, he would find his way to her again and discover the truth: that she was on his side and would help him in any way she could. Just like she helped all the others, inasmuch as she could. "Finished?" called the guard at the door. Kivas hand tightened around the razor before she forced her fingers to relax. The last thing she needed was for the guard to sense any spark of rebellion in her. Impassive and submissive--that was how she survived. Many of the prisoners mocked her for it, especially those who had never needed her care. Zalindovs Bitch, some of them called her. The Heartless Carver, others hissed when she walked by. But the worst, perhaps, was the Princess of Death. She couldnt blame them for seeing her that way, and that was why she hated it the most. The truth was, many prisoners who entered the infirmary never came out again, and that was on her. "Healer?" the guard called again, this time more forcefully. "Are you finished?" Kiva gave a short nod, and the armed woman left her spot at the door and ventured into the room. Female guards were a rarity at Zalindov. For every twenty men, there was perhaps one woman, and they seldom remained at the prison long before seeking posts elsewhere. This guard was new, someone Kiva had noticed for the first time a few days ago, her watchful amber eyes cool and detached in her youthful face. Her skin was two shades lighter than the blackest black, indicating that she hailed from Jiirva or perhaps Hadris, both kingdoms renowned for their skilled warriors. Her hair was cropped close to her scalp, and from one ear dangled a jade tooth earring. That wasnt smart; someone could easily rip it out. Then again, she carried herself with a quiet confidence, her dark gu Details ISBN0358434556 Pages 416 Series The Prison Healer Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 0358434556 ISBN-13 9780358434559 Format Hardcover Publication Date 2021-04-13 UK Release Date 2021-04-13 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2021-04-13 NZ Release Date 2021-04-13 US Release Date 2021-04-13 Audience Age 12 Publisher Clarion Books Imprint Clarion Books DEWEY FIC Audience Teenage / Young adult Series Number 1 Imprint US Clarion Books Publisher US HarperCollins Author Lynette Noni We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:131569325;

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