November 23, 2019
One Thousand Secrets
SAND DANCER is a Young Adult Fantasy series by Trudie Skies
When sixteen-year-old Mina discovers fire magic runs in her family’s blood, it’s just the beginning of the secrets her father has been keeping from her.
And when her father is murdered, this half-starved peasant girl finds herself on the run—pursued across the desert by the soldiers and guards of the noble Houses. To survive, she knows she’ll have to abandon her past and learn the way of the sword. But only boys are allowed to carry a blade. There’s only one solution…
Disguised as a young nobleman, Mina must make a new life for herself in the heart of her enemies. But she knows she can’t keep up the masquerade forever. With time running out, which will she choose to find—the truth or revenge?
SAND DANCER is a fantasy tale of fire magic, sword dancing, secrets, and revenge!
The monsters of father’s tales burn with fire in their blood. They stole their gifts from the gods, setting ablaze homes and melting the bones of children. A devastating power feared across the kingdom and outlawed by royal decree. When sixteen-year-old Tamina “Mina” chooses to prove herself as a warrior by targeting a monster from the tales, her attempts to expose their fire abilities triggers her own latent power.
Terrified of being branded as a Fire Walker, Mina burns down her home and flees, but is caught by a visiting nobleman. Mina’s father, desperate to save her, summons his own hidden flame. His distraction allows her to escape, but he is killed for the crime of possessing the magic of his own tales.
To hide from those who would name her a monster, Mina disguises herself as a boy and follows a fennec fox to safety in the desert. She is discovered by the King’s champion, who adopts her into his noble household.
Mina enters a whole new world with just one goal; to find her father’s killer and claim her blood debt.
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Lord Talin pulled up his scarf and stalked into the storm, his sword gripped in his left hand. Red lines snaked along the blade’s metal, staining the purple tassel, leaving a trail of crimson dots on the ground. Mina followed the bloody breadcrumbs as the storm gutted, the sands parted, and Lord Talin danced. A death dance. Unlike the sword dancer’s graceful twirling, the Protector of the Path swung his sword like sky fire, with sharp jagged cuts. Each calculated swing cut through enemy skin and bone with lethal precision. His body arched, weaved, and spun to evade and counter the attacks levied against him. One, two, three blades curved toward him, each accompanied with frustrated cries. Lord Talin formed a sandstorm of his own, and nothing could penetrate his whirlwind of steel. Beside him, Jonan fought his own dance. Not the same as Lord Talin, a more traditional duel of sword against sword. But he too swung with lethal grace, with practiced maneuvers fitting of legend. The Housemen were slow and sloppy in comparison. They fell, as Malik the Merciless would fell them. One by one.
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