Spin of Fate

Informationen zum Autor A. A. Vora Klappentext In a world inspired by karma, three teens encounter magnificent beasts, unforgiving magic, and epic battles in this propulsive and wholly original young adult fantasy. Evocative of Sanderson, Pullman, and Fullmetal Alchemist, yet at the same time shockingly original. Rosaria Munda, author of Fireborne Aina's world is governed by Toranic Law, a force that segregates people into upper and lower realms. It's said that if the sinful lowers commit themselves to kindness and charity, their souls will lighten, allowing them into the peaceful upper realms. But Aina, one of the few lowers to ever ascend, just wants to go back home. Aina is desperate to reunite with her mother, hoping she's survived the beasts and wars of her homeland alone. After failing to weigh down her soul with petty crimes, Aina joins a rebel group defying the authorities and bringing aid to those condemned to a life of suffering in the lower realms. Alongside Aina are two new recruits: Meizan, a ruthless fighter trying to save his clan from extinction, and Aranel, a spoiled noble spying for the powers that be. Before long, the rebels find themselves in the middle of a brewing war. On one side, a violent king of a lower realm is bent on destroying Toranic Law; on the other, the authorities of the upper realms will do anything to stay on top. Now the young rebels must face both sides head-on if they want to stop a conflict that could break not only Toranic Lawbut the universe itself. Fans of epic, propulsive fantasies like Six of Crows and innovative world-building like Avatar: The Last Airbender will delight in A. A. Vora's ambitious, unmissable debut. Leseprobe Prologue A Flash of White A sharp twang pulled Aina from troubled dreams. She staggered to her feet, ignoring the pro­test of her muscles as she grabbed her bow and slung a quiver across her back. Razor wire hung across the craggy walls like the web of some monstrous spider. One of the trip wires stretched taut. Aina followed its trembling path out of the cave and into the moonless night. Her mother whittled a thumb-sized stone by the fire, her back rigid as a blade. What are you doing up so early? she barked without looking up from her task. Aina watched, transfixed, as her mother ran a finger over the stone, caressing away tiny chunks as if they were carved at knife­point. But her mother had never needed a knife. Not when she could shape the world around her through channeling. The stone figure took on the form of a horned monkey with spines that glinted in the firelight. Will you give me that once you're done? Aina asked. I want to add it to my collection. I'll give you a tight slap if you don't go back to sleep. You'll never learn to channel without proper rest. Something triggered one of my trip wires Aina had barely gotten the words out when her mother sprang to her feet with a curse. I meant a wild animal, Mama. The wire's intact; it would've snapped under the weight of a human. Say that part first, idiot girl, her mother scolded before set­tling back by the fire. Aina ignored the withering glare cast her way. The trip wires hardly mattered, given that her mother had channeled a protec­tive shield around their hideout. Kaldrav's stupid soldiers would bounce right off it if they approached, alerting her of their pres­ence. And providing her mother's inexhaustible wrath with another target, for a change. And where the blazes do you think you're going? her mother demanded. To get us some food. I'm starving, Mama. That's why I can't channel properly. Her mother made to stand again, but Aina placed a hand on her arm. Under the threadbare cloak, her mother's arm felt brittle as a twig. Shadows ringed her eyes and wrinkles forked across her weathered skin. <b...

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A. A. Vora

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**In a world inspired by karma, three teens encounter magnificent beasts, unforgiving magic, and epic battles in this propulsive and wholly original young adult fantasy.

“Evocative of Sanderson, Pullman, and Fullmetal Alchemist, yet at the same time shockingly original.” —Rosaria Munda, author of Fireborne**

Aina’s world is governed by Toranic Law, a force that segregates people into upper and lower realms. It’s said that if the sinful lowers commit themselves to kindness and charity, their souls will lighten, allowing them into the peaceful upper realms.

But Aina, one of the few lowers to ever ascend, just wants to go back home.

Aina is desperate to reunite with her mother, hoping she’s survived the beasts and wars of her homeland alone. After failing to weigh down her soul with petty crimes, Aina joins a rebel group defying the authorities and bringing aid to those condemned to a life of suffering in the lower realms. Alongside Aina are two new recruits: Meizan, a ruthless fighter trying to save his clan from extinction, and Aranel, a spoiled noble spying for the powers that be.

Before long, the rebels find themselves in the middle of a brewing war. On one side, a violent king of a lower realm is bent on destroying Toranic Law; on the other, the authorities of the upper realms will do anything to stay on top. Now the young rebels must face both sides head-on if they want to stop a conflict that could break not only Toranic Law—but the universe itself.

Fans of epic, propulsive fantasies like Six of Crows and innovative world-building like Avatar: The Last Airbender will delight in A. A. Vora's ambitious, unmissable debut.

Leseprobe
Prologue
A Flash of White

A sharp twang pulled Aina from troubled dreams. She staggered to her feet, ignoring the pro­test of her muscles as she grabbed her bow and slung a quiver across her back. Razor wire hung across the craggy walls like the web of some monstrous spider. One of the trip wires stretched taut. Aina followed its trembling path out of the cave and into the moonless night.
Her mother whittled a thumb-sized stone by the fire, her back rigid as a blade. What are you doing up so early? she barked without looking up from her task.
Aina watched, transfixed, as her mother ran a finger over the stone, caressing away tiny chunks as if they were carved at knife­point. But her mother had never needed a knife. Not when she could shape the world around her through channeling. The stone figure took on the form of a horned monkey with spines that glinted in the firelight.
Will you give me that once you re done? Aina asked. I want to add it to my collection.
I ll give you a tight slap if you don t go back to sleep. You ll never learn to channel without proper rest.
Something triggered one of my trip wires Aina had barely gotten the words out when her mother sprang to her feet with a curse. I meant a wild animal, Mama. The wire s intact; it would ve snapped under the weight of a human.
Say that part first, idiot girl, her mother scolded before set­tling back by the fire.
Aina ignored the withering glare cast her way. The trip wires hardly mattered, given that her mother had channeled a protec­tive shield around their hideout. Kaldrav s stupid soldiers would bounce right off it if they approached, alerting her of their pres­ence. And providing her mother s inexhaustible wrath with another target, for a change.
And where the blazes do you think you re going? her mother demanded.
To get us some food. I m starving, Mama. That s why I can t channel properly.
Her mother made to stand again, but Aina placed a hand on her arm. Under the threadbare cloak, her mother s arm felt brittle as a twig. Shadows ringed her eyes and wrinkles forked across her weathered skin.
It s probably just a rat, Aina said. Let me handle it. You get some rest for once.
You ve had it from me if you re not back within ten minutes.
Aina nodded with a glance at the wire. It gave a violent tremor and stretched t…