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BLOOD OF DRAGONS is today’s Kindle Deal!

Today’s Kindle Daily Deal is BLOOD OF DRAGONS, the fourth and final volume in the thrilling fantasy series Rain Wilds Chronicles, by New York Times bestselling novelist Robin Hobb. For today only, it is $1.99!

In BLOOD OF DRAGONS, the dragons and their motley crew of keepers (who are slowly turning into elegant Elderlings) have finally found the long lost city of Kelsingra where the mythical silver wells that the dragons need to survive supposedly exist. But the legendary city is shrouded in secrets and ancient memories trapped in stone and the wells are no where to be found. In a desperate attempt to unlock the whereabouts of the wells the keepers risk “memory walking”—immersing oneself into the drug-like memories of long deceased Elderlings—to find clues necessary to their survival.

To make matters worse time is of the utmost importance because Tintaglia will not survive the wounds from her long sojourn to Kelsingra without silver. And if Tintaglia dies, she’ll take with her the ancient memories needed to survive and doom the group to extinction.

Get your copy of BLOOD OF DRAGONS for just $1.99 TODAY!

 

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Robin Hobb's Blood of Dragons now available! Tour dates and more…

Blood of Dragons, the final installation of the Rain Wild Chronicles, is out in the States today!

Robin Hobb will be touring to promote the book too! See if she’s coming to your town below. If not, do not fear, as she will be doing two online events as well. First, she’ll be on all day of April 11th (this Thursday!) for an Author Chat on Goodreads and will be doing a Reddit AMA chat on April 16th.

 In Person Signings/Events:

UNIVERSITY BOOKSTORE: Seattle 04/10/2013 – Bookstore Event

UNCLE HUGO’S: Minneapolis 04/13/2013 01:00 PM – Bookstore Event

MYSTERIOUS GALAXY: Los Angeles 04/19/2013 07:00 PM – Bookstore Event/

LA TIMES FESTIVAL OF BOOKS: Los Angeles 04/21/2013 11:00 AM – There Be Dragons! LATFOB Fiction Panel

BARNES AND NOBLE: Seattle 04/22/2013 07:00 PM – World Book Night

BOSTON PUBLIC LIBRARY: Boston 04/30/2013 06:00 PM – Bookstore Event/Signing

TUMWATER TIMBERLAND LIBRARY: Washington State 06/01/2013 Event

HYPERICON: Tennessee 06/15-17 HYPERICON: Tennessee Guest of Honor

BOOKMARKS FESTIVAL: North Carolina 09/07/2013 – Speaker for Festival

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First Five Chapters of BLOOD OF DRAGONS (US Ed.)

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Read an extract of Blood of Dragons

Published next week, Blood of Dragons is the final book in Robin Hobb’s excellent Rain Wild Chronicles. Read an extract from the book below the gorgeous UK and Australian cover!

Blood of Dragons

PROLOGUE

Changes

Tintaglia awoke feeling chilled and old. She had made a good kill and eaten heavily, but had not rested well. The festering wound under her left wing made it hard to find a comfortable position. If she stretched out, the hot swollen place pulled, and if she curled up, she felt the jabbing of the buried arrow. The pain spread out in her wing now when she opened it, as if some thistly plant were sending out runners inside her, prickling her with thorns as it grew. The weather had become colder as she flew toward the Rain Wilds. There were no deserts, no warm sands in this region of the world. Heat seemed to well up from the earth’s heart in the Chalcedean deserts, making it nearly as warm as the southern lands were at this time of year. But now she had left the dry lands and warm sands behind, and winter’s stranglehold on spring had claimed its due. The cold stiffened the flesh around her wound, making each morning a torment.

IceFyre had not come with her. She had expected the old black dragon to accompany her, although she could not recall why. Dragons preferred to be solitary rather than social. To eat well, each needed a large hunting territory. It had only been when she had left his side and he had not followed that the humiliating realization had drenched her: she had been following him, all that time. She could not recall that he had ever requested her to stay; neither had he asked her to leave.

He had all he needed from her. In the early excitement of discovering one another, they had mated. When she grew to full maturity, she would visit the nesting island, and there lay the eggs that he had already fertilized. But once he had impregnated her, there was no reason for him to stay with her. When her eggs hatched into serpents that would slither into the sea and renew the endless cycle of dragon-egg-serpent-cocoon-dragon, the memories of his lineage would continue. Eventually, there would be other dragons for him to encounter, when he chose to seek their company. She felt puzzled that she had lingered with him as long as she had. Having hatched so alone and isolated, had she learned undragonlike behaviour from humans?

She uncoiled slowly and then even more gingerly, spread her wings to the overcast day. She stretched, already missing the warmth of the sands, and tried not to wonder if the journey back to Trehaug were beyond her strength. Had she waited too long, hoping she would heal on her own?

It hurt to crane her neck to inspect the wound. It smelled foul and when she moved, pus oozed from it. She hissed in anger that such a thing had befallen her, and then used the strength of that anger to tighten the muscles there. The movement forced more liquid from the wound. It hurt and stank terribly, but when she had finished, her skin felt less tight. She could fly. Not without pain, and not swiftly, but she could fly. Tonight she would take more care in selecting her resting place. Taking flight from the riverbank where she presently found herself was going to be difficult.

She wanted to fly directly to Trehaug in the hope of locating Malta and Reyn quickly and having one of her Elderling servants remove the arrowhead from her flesh. A direct route would have been best, but the thick forests of the region made that impossible. For a dragon to land in such a thickly treed area was difficult at the best of times; with a bad wing, she would certainly go crashing down through the canopy. So she had followed first the coast and then the Rain Wild River. The marshy banks and mud bars offered easy hunting as river mammals emerged on the shores to root and roll and as the forest creatures sought water. If she were fortunate, as she had been last night, she could combine a stoop on a large meal with a safe landing on a marshy riverfront strip.

If she were unfortunate, she could always land in the river shallows and crawl out onto whatever bank the river offered. That, she feared, might be her best option this evening. And while she did not doubt that she could survive such an unpleasantly cold and wet landing, she dreaded the thought of attempting to take flight from such a place. As she had to do now.

Wings half-extended, she walked down to the water’s edge and drank, wrinkling her nostrils at the bitter taste of the water. Once she had sated her thirst, she opened her wings and sprang into the sky.

With a wild flapping of her wings, she crashed back to earth again. It was not a long fall, but it jarred her, breaking her pain into sharp-edged fragments that stabbed every interior space of her body. The shock jabbed the air from her lungs and crushed a hoarse squawk of pain from her throat.

She hit the ground badly, her wings still half-open. Her tender side struck the earth. Stunned, she sprawled, waiting for the agony to pass. It did not, but gradually it faded to a bearable level.

Tintaglia lowered her head to her chest, gathered her legs under her and slowly folded her wings. She badly wanted to rest. But if she did she would awaken hungrier and stiffer than she was now and with the daylight fading. No. She had to fly and now. The longer she waited, the more her physical abilities would wane. She needed to fly while she still could.

She steeled herself to the pain, not allowing her body to compensate for it in any way. She simply had to endure it and fly as if it did not hurt. She burned that thought into her brain and then without pausing, opened her wings, crouched and launched herself upward.

Every beat of her wings was like being stabbed with a fiery spear. She roared, giving voice to her fury at the pain, but did not vary the rhythm of her wing beats. Rising slowly into the air, she flew over the shallows of the river until finally she lifted clear of the trees that shaded the river’s face. The wan sunlight touched her and the wilder winds of the open air buffeted her. The breezes were  heavy with the threat of chilling rain to come. Well, let it come, then. Tintaglia was flying home.

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BLOOD OF DRAGONS one of RT’s Most Anticipated SF/F Books!

Book four of the Rain Wilds ChroniclesCongratulations to Robin Hobb; the fourth and final book in her Rain Wilds Chronicles series was listed as one of RT Book Reviews  most anticipated books of 2013! Blood of Dragons comes out on as a hardcover and as an e-book on 4/9/2013–but until then, here’s the low-down:

The dragons and their motley crew of keepers (who are slowly turning into elegant Elderlings) have finally found the long lost city of Kelsingra where the mythical silver wells that the dragons need to survive supposedly exist. But the legendary city is shrouded in secrets and ancient memories trapped in stone and the wells are no where to be found. In a desperate attempt to unlock the whereabouts of the wells the keepers risk “memory walking”—immersing oneself into the drug-like memories of long deceased Elderlings—to find clues necessary to their survival.

To make matters worse time is of the utmost importance because Tintaglia will not survive the wounds from her long sojourn to Kelsingra without silver. And if Tintaglia dies, she’ll take with her the ancient memories needed to survive and doom the group to extinction.

Sound exciting? It is! Critics are loving Blood of Dragons, and the entire Rain Wilds Chronicles:

“Hobb excels at telling big stories and juggling multiple story arcs. Fans of the author and of this series who eagerly await this installment will not be disappointed.” –Library Journal

“A deservedly popular author, an accomplished storyteller with an engaging and readable style.” –London Times on Dragon Haven

“Real-life resonance gives the story extra depth…Bring on the next installment.” –Kirkus Reviews on City of Dragons

 

To read the entire RT list, click here.


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Dream up a dragon and bag yourself a book!

Love Robin Hobb? Been slavishly following The Rain Wild Chronicles? If you just can’t wait to delve back into Kelsingra, City of Dragons on April 23rd, then we’ve got awesome news for you. We here at Voyager have got our grubby mitts on exclusive hardback copies of City of Dragons– and even better, they’re signed! So what do you have to do to bag yourself a copy?

It’s easy. We want you to send us a dragon. We don’t care what colour, size or form it takes – drawings, paintings, Lego dragons, toothpick sculptures - if what you send us vaguely resembles a dragon, we’ll accept it. Nothing live though -pet lizards with paper wings glued on are cheating (and cruel). The most impressive and creative entrees will win their creators a signed copy of the book. If you don’t win, please know that your dragon will still have a place on our desks.  

Post your creations to City of Dragons Competition HarperVoyager, 77-85 Fulham Palace Road, Hammersmith, London, W6 8JB. The deadline is 20th April 2012 so stop reading and go get drawing, sculpting, sticking, gluing or glass blowing…

UK residents only!

Dragon Keeper and Dragon Haven are out now! The first 5 people to RT tweet about the competition get a copy of Dragon Keeper and Dragon Haven.