Title: Magic Study
Author: Maria V. Snyder
[Spoilers to the previous novel ahead, just a warning]
You know your life is bad when you miss your days as a poison taster…
With her greatest enemy dead, and on her way to be reunited with the family she’d been stolen from long ago, Yelena should be pleased. But though she has gained her freedom, she can’t help feeling isolated in Sitia. Her Ixian background has changed her in many ways—and her newfound friends and relatives don’t think it’s for the better….
Despite the turmoil, she’s eager to start her magic training—especially as she’s been given one year to harness her power or be put to death. But her plans take a radical turn when she becomes involved with a plot to reclaim Ixia’s throne for a lost prince—and gets entangled in powerful rivalries with her fellow magicians.
If that wasn’t bad enough, it appears her brother would love to see her dead. Luckily, Yelena has some old friends to help her with all her new enemies.
Yelena has made it to Sitia. She has reunited with her family… and yet she finds herself feeling like Ixia’s more of a home than the one that has waited for her in Sitia. As she begins to hone her powers, she finds out more about herself and the rarity of her type of magic.
This was a pretty good book too~ Yelena is still as strong as ever, but her magic has caused her to falter in her steps. Though she has learned more about herself and her new found family, she finds herself even more isolated than before. I’m glad that Snyder found a way to put her motley crew back in because I love them, haha. The people in Sitia… there aren’t too many to like. For such a closely knitted society the people and their feelings toward Yelena drove me insane. Otherwise, quite a good book~
World Building: 5/5
GoodReads Rating: 4.08/5
Our gazes met for a moment. Sapphire-blue lightning struck my heart. That rat.
Janco smoothed a hand over his facial hair. “A little present from my run-in with a sword. Or should I say from when the sword had a run-in with me?” His eyes lit up. “Want to see the scar? It’s cool.” He started pulling his shirt out of his pants.
My Story Weaver had to be laughing his blue ass off right now.
“Living is a risk,” I snapped at him. “Every decision, every interaction, every step, every time you get out of bed in the morning, you take a risk. To survive is to know you’re taking that risk and to not get out of bed clutching illusions of safety.”