![]() ![]() The two are chased back to magical Daevabad, where on the surface they are welcomed as esteemed guests of the royal family- Nahri is descended from a line of powerful and revered healers that were thought to be extinct, and her companion (Dara) is a renowned warrior of lore- but quickly find themselves trapped in a web of manipulations and deceit. She accidentally summons a djinn who tells her that humanity is not her ancestral race. But all semblance of normalcy disappears when a ritual for banishing djinn from possessed bodies turns out to be less of a hoax than Nahri counted on. Well, normal except for the fact that she makes her living by stealing and conning and has an unusual talent for healing people. In a good way.Ībout the book: Nahri lives an ordinary human life in Cairo. ![]() Chakraborty’s Deavabad trilogy, starting with The City of Brass, which (as an adult fantasy with about 100 more pages) was a lot more intense. I started the year with Sawkill Girls, which felt a bit like Fantasy Lite, and now I’m onto also read S. So I’m committing myself to reading more fantasy in 2019. I’m a lot more particular these days about how tropes are used and whether plots are being recycled, but I still love the worlds and the politics and the adventures. For some reason I didn’t really read fantasy in 2018, and I’m not sure why because I’ve always loved the genre. ![]()
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