The Last Stormdancer

Your blood-red skies are filled with smoke. Your bleach-white histories with lies. You walk sleeping. Wake senseless. Breathing deep of toxic blooms and forgetting all that has gone before. But I remember. I remember when two brothers waged bloody war over the right to sit in their father’s empty chair. I remember when the skies above Shima were not red, but blue. Filled with thunder tigers. I remember when they left you. And I remember why. Let me tell you, monkey-child…

©2013 Jay Kristoff (P)2013 W F Howes Ltd

Reseñas de la Crítica

"The innovative setting, fast-moving plot, vivid descriptions, and thrilling action scenes make this a refreshing addition to the steampunk canon" ( Publisher's Weekly)

On Stormdancer: "A fast-paced, fantastical adventure…sharp as a Shogun’s sword" ( LA Times)