The Woman Who Rides Like a Man (Song of the Lioness, Book 3)
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From Tamora Pierce, the third book in the Song of the Lioness Quartet, honored with the Margaret A. Edwards Award.
Newly knighted, Alanna of Trebond seeks adventure in the vast desert of Tortall. Captured by fierce desert dwellers, she is forced to prove herself in a duel to the death—either she will be killed or she will be inducted into the tribe. Although she triumphs, dire challenges lie ahead. As her mysterious fate would have it, Alanna soon becomes the tribe's first female shaman—despite the desert dwellers’ grave fear of the foreign woman warrior. Alanna must fight to change the ancient tribal customs of the desert tribes—for their sake and for the sake of all Tortall.
happy.” Alanna put Faithful down and hugged her friend. “I don’t feel like a stranger here,” she confessed as she wiped her eyes. “It seems to me that I’ve know these people for a long time—all my life, perhaps. I don’t always agree with them, but they make sense to me.” Gruffly, touched by her affection, he asked, “Do ye commune with the Voice of the Tribes at sunset, then? All the way t’the city Hakim made us stop every night while he stared into the fire.” He shuddered as he finished
she used the spell now, and she used it three times a day. She accepted the cloth Farda gave her and wiped her forehead. Already Mukhtab’s eyelids were drooping. “How much longer must Jonathan study?” she rasped, her voice as sick as the rest of her. “When will he be ready?” She had to place her ear by the dying man’s mouth to hear what he was saying. “In the dark of the moon. Fourteen days.” “What if he fails?” The thought was horrible: if he failed, Jon would be dead, and Ali Mukhtab— The
run out, or if someone takes your source away—” “You die,” he murmured thoughtfully, watching the fire destroy his tunic. “And if someone was givin’ it to you in your food, or some such, you’d never know.” Startled, he looked at her. “Has it been in our food?” She shook her head. “The ember-stone would have warned me, or maybe even Faithful.” She glanced down at the cat, who had curled up by the fire. He yawned and twitched his tail over his eyes, indicating he didn’t want to be disturbed.
before climbing into the leather cup that was his position on her saddle. Alanna’s gentle mare held steady, used to the cat’s abrupt comings and goings. “Let’s try to reach the road!” Alanna told Coram. They rode hard, Alanna crouched low over Moonlight’s pale mane. She looked back to see Coram shaking his head. “It’s no good,” he was bellowing. “They’ve spotted us! Ride on—I’ll hold em!” Alanna wheeled and stopped, Lightning glittering in her hand. “What sort of friend d’you think I am? We’ll
her heart twisted with pain as she remembered that her sword was useless. Ibn Nazzir, the shaman, stood behind them, flanked by women and a few men. “Demon!” he screamed again, pointing a trembling finger at Alanna. “Not content with the soul of Halef Seif, you try to steal our young ones!” He grabbed Kara’s arm and yanked, almost making her fall. Halef Seif came out of a nearby tent, going to stand beside Alanna and Kourrem. He raised polite brows. “I believe I retain my soul, Akhnan Ibn