Flower and Thorn
A Novel
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ISBN10: 1250823706
ISBN13: 9781250823700
Hardcover
352 Pages
$21.00
CA$28.00
Irinya has wanted to be a flower hunter ever since her mother disappeared into the mysterious mist of the Rann salt flats one night. Now seventeen, Irinya uses her knowledge of magical flowers to help her caravan survive in the harsh desert. When her handsome hunting partner and childhood friend finds a priceless silver spider lily—said to be able to tear down kingdoms and defeat entire armies—Irinya knows this is their chance for a better life.
Until Irinya is tricked by an attractive impostor.
Irinya's fight to recover the priceless flower and fix what she's done takes her on a dangerous journey, one she's not sure she'll survive. She has no choice but to endure it if she hopes to return home and mend the broken heart of the boy she's left behind.
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Praise for Flower and Thorn
“A dazzling and intricately woven story that bites as fiercely as it dazzles. From its complex cast to its decadent world building, I couldn’t put this book down.”—Adalyn Grace, New York Times bestselling author of All the Stars and Teeth
"A sweeping adventure set in a lush world, full of political intrigue and relationships found and lost. I loved it!"—Lauren Blackwood, New York Times bestselling author of Within These Wicked Walls
"Mehrotra reimagines India’s history using beautiful, detailed worldbuilding and well-developed characters . . . A well-realized fantasy world full of both beauty and danger."—Kirkus Reviews
"Irinya’s perilous journey is studded with unpredictable characters and heartbreaks, sparingly honeyed by fortitude and a slow-burning romance. An excellent recommendation for fans of Hafsah Faizal's We Hunt the Flame."—Booklist (starred review)
"A lush fantasy adventure [and a] fascinating reimagining of events that ruminates on themes of colonialism, environmentalism, greed, and power dynamics."—Publishers Weekly
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CHAPTER 1
The man had been dead for a while, as was obvious from the stench. He lay spread-eagled on the cracked white earth of the salt desert, his skin burned reddish brown by the sun, the buttons of his faded shirt straining against...
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Rati Mehrotra
