Lady Angarred Hashan was raised in exile far from Pergodi, the capital city. Angarred never knew what had caused her father's exile; she only knew that at the age of four, she was brought to Hashan House, an isolated and crumbling manor, and raised by servants. Her mother, she was told, had died. Angarred spent hours in her mother's rooms, handling the fine dresses of Emindal cloth---when she wasn't running wild through the forests and fields.
Her father was distant and obsessed with regaining his place at court. The only visitors they ever saw were secretive men and women who brought news of the events at court---news of wars and alliances, of the queen's failure to conceive an heir, of the Princess Roharren's madness and Prince Norue's growing power, and of the disappearance of the magicians. The visitors came and went, plotting revenge for mysterious slights, eating and drinking their way through the storerooms while Hashan House fell down around them.
But one day, while hunting in the forest, Lord Hashan was murdered. And Angarred, in her outrage, determined to go to the capital and seek justice from the king---for, surely, the murderer of a lord, even an exiled lord, should be punished! But the naïve young woman finds a swirling world of palace intrigue, a dying queen, and an ensorcelled king. With the help of Mathewar, a handsome but very troubled, magician, she journeys from the crowded streets of Pergodi to the Enchanted Forest, from the deadly land of the Others to the arches of the Giant's Bridge, as she begins to unravel the secrets of the kingdom and her own history.
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Daughter of Exile is Isabel Glass's first novel. She lives in the San Francisco Bay Area.
Angarred saw, and turned away, her heart filled with fury and helplessness and pity. She left the men and women to their talk and paced angrily through the corridors of the manor house.
A while later, in a room far from the conspirators, she came upon another of the men from Pergodi. He had his back to her; she could see only that he was a little taller than she and broad shouldered, with long wheat colored hair bound in a leather tie.
"Who are you?" she asked.
He turned quickly. He had been trying to light a fire, she realized. "You'll never get that fireplace working," she said. "There's a nest of swallows in the chimney."
He laughed. "We are far from court, I see," he said. He brushed at his hair, though none of it had come loose from the tie. He had wide-set blue gray eyes. He bowed to her; there was something mocking in it. "My name is Mathewar," he said. "And I have the pleasure of meeting ?"
"Angarred," she said curtly, seeing no reason to return his bow.
"My lady Angarred," he said. "Is there somewhere I can light a fire?"
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Book Description Tor Fantasy, 2005. Mass Market Paperback. Book Condition: New. Never used!. Bookseller Inventory # P110765346583