And I Darken
Children's Books,Kiersten White
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Broché : 498 pages
Auteur : Kiersten White
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Date de Publication : 2016-07-07
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No one expects a princess to be brutal. And Lada Dragwyla likes it that way.
Ever since she and her brother were abandoned by their father to be raised in the Ottoman sultan’s courts, Lada has known that ruthlessness is the key to survival. For the lineage that makes her and her brother special also makes them targets.
Lada hones her skills as a warrior as she nurtures plans to wreak revenge on the empire that holds her captive. Then she and Radu meet the sultan’s son, Mehmed, and everything changes. Now Mehmed unwittingly stands between Lada and Radu as they transform from siblings to rivals, and the ties of love and loyalty that bind them together are stretched to breaking point.
The first of an epic new trilogy starring the ultimate anti-princess who does not have a gentle heart. Lada knows how to wield a sword, and she'll stop at nothing to keep herself and her brother alive.Rang parmi les ventes Amazon: #67031 dans eBooksPublié le: 2016-07-07Sorti le: 2016-07-07Format: Ebook KindlePrésentation de l'éditeurNo one expects a princess to be brutal. And Lada Dragwyla likes it that way. Ever since she and her brother were abandoned by their father to be raised in the Ottoman sultan’s courts, Lada has known that ruthlessness is the key to survival. For the lineage that makes her and her brother special also makes them targets. Lada hones her skills as a warrior as she nurtures plans to wreak revenge on the empire that holds her captive. Then she and Radu meet the sultan’s son, Mehmed, and everything changes. Now Mehmed unwittingly stands between Lada and Radu as they transform from siblings to rivals, and the ties of love and loyalty that bind them together are stretched to breaking point. The first of an epic new trilogy starring the ultimate anti-princess who does not have a gentle heart. Lada knows how to wield a sword, and she'll stop at nothing to keep herself and her brother alive.Extrait11435: Sighisoara, TransylvaniaVlad Dracul’s heavy brow descended like a storm when the doctor informed him that his wife had given birth to a girl. His other children—one from his first wife, now nearly full grown, and even a bastard child from his mistress, born last year—had been boys. He had not thought his seed weak enough to produce a girl.He pushed through the door, into the close, heavy air of the tiny bedroom. It stank of blood and fear and filled him with disgust.Their home in the fortified hill city of Sighisoara was a far cry from what he deserved. It sat next to the main gate, in the suffocating press of the square, beside an alley that reeked of human waste. His retainer of ten men was merely ceremonial, rendering him a glorified placeholder. He might have been the military governor of Transylvania, but he was supposed to be the ruler of all Wallachia.Perhaps that was why he had been cursed with a girl. Another insult to his honor. He was in the Order of the Dragon, sanctioned by the pope himself. He should be the vaivode, the warlord prince, but his brother sat on the throne, while he was governor of Saxons squatting on his own country’s land.Soon he would show them his honor on the end of a sword.Vasilissa lay on the bed, soaked in sweat and moaning in pain. Certainly the weakness that took root in her womb had been her own. His stomach turned at the sight of her, princess now in neither demeanor nor appearance.The nurse held up a squalling, red-faced little monster. He had no names for a girl. Vasilissa would doubtless want something that honored her family, but Vlad hated the Moldavian royals she came from for failing to bring him any political advantage. He had already named his bastard Vlad, after himself. He would name his daughter the same.“Ladislav,” he declared. It was a feminine form of Vlad. Diminutive. Diminished. If Vasilissa wanted a strong name, she would have to bear him a son. “Let us pray she is beautiful so we can get some use out of her,” he said. The infant screamed louder.Vasilissa’s royal breasts were far too important to suckle from. The wet nurse waited until Vlad left, then held the babe to her common teats. She was still full of milk from her own child, a boy. As the baby latched on with surprising fierceness, the nurse offered her own prayer. Let her be strong. Let her be sly. She looked over at the princess, fifteen, lovely and delicate as the first spring blossoms. Wilted and broken on the bed.And let her be ugly.2Vlad could not be bothered to be present for the birth of his second child by Vasilissa: a son, a year younger than his sister, practically chasing her into this world.The nurse finished cleaning the newborn, then held him out to his mother. He was tiny, perfect, with a mouth like a rosebud and a full head of dark hair. Vasilissa lay, glassy-eyed and mute, on the bed. She stared at the wall. Her gaze never even drifted to her son. A tug on the nurse’s skirt brought her attention downward, where tiny Lada stood, scowling. The nurse angled the baby toward his sister.“A brother,” she said, her voice soft.The baby started to cry, a weak, garbled sound that worried the nurse. Lada’s scowl deepened. She slapped a dimpled hand over his mouth. The nurse pulled him away quickly, and Lada looked up, face contorted in rage.“Mine!” she shouted.It was her first word.The nurse laughed, shocked, and lowered the baby once more. Lada glared at him until he stopped crying. Then, apparently satisfied, she toddled out of the room.3If Vasilissa saw her daughter wrestling on the floor with the dogs and the nurse’s son, Bogdan, the nurse would lose her position. However, since the birth of Radu four years ago, Vasilissa never left her rooms.Radu had gotten all the beauty their father had wished on his daughter. His eyes were framed by thick lashes, his lips full, his gentle curls kissed with a hint of Saxon gold.Bogdan screamed as Lada—Ladislav, now five, refused to answer to her full name—bit down on his thigh. He punched her. She bit harder, and he cried for help.“If she wants to eat your leg, she is allowed,” the nurse said. “Quit screaming or I will let her eat your supper, too.”Like her brother, Lada had big eyes, but hers were close-set, with arched brows that made her look perpetually cross. Her hair was a tangled mass, so dark that her pale skin appeared sickly. Her nose was long and hooked, her lips thin, her teeth small and—judging from Bogdan’s angry cries—quite sharp.She was contrary and vicious and the meanest child the nurse had ever cared for. She was also the nurse’s favorite. By all rights the girl should be silent and proper, fearful and simpering. Her father was a powerless tyrant, cruel in his impotence and absent for months at a time. Her mother was every bit as absent, withdrawn and worthless in their home, incapable of doing anything to help herself. They were an apt representation of the entire region—particularly the nurse’s homeland of Wallachia.But in Lada she saw a spark, a passionate, fierce glimmer that refused to hide or be dimmed. Rather than trying to stamp out that fire for the sake of Lada’s future, the nurse nurtured it. It made her feel oddly hopeful.If Lada was the spiky green weed that sprouted in the midst of a drought-cracked riverbed, Radu was the delicate, sweet rose that wilted in anything less than the perfect conditions. Right now he wailed at the nurse’s pause in spooning the thin gruel, sweetened with honey, into his mouth.“Make him shut up!” Lada climbed over her father’s largest hound, grizzled and patient with age.“How should I do that?”“Smother him!”“Lada! Bite your tongue. He is your brother.”“He is a worm. Bogdan is my brother.”The nurse scowled, wiping Radu’s face with her apron. “Bogdan is not your brother.” I would sooner lie with the dogs than your father, she thought.“He is! You are. Say you are.” Lada jumped onto Bogdan’s back. Though he was two years older and far bigger, she pinned him to the ground, jamming her elbow into his shoulder.“I am! I am!” he said, half giggling, half crying.“Throw Radu out with the chamber pots!”Radu wailed louder, working himself up to a fit. The nurse clucked her tongue, picking him up even though he was much too large to be carried around. He put a hand in her blouse and pinched her skin, which was loose and wrinkled like an old apple. She sometimes wished he would shut up, too, but when he did speak it was always so sweet it made up for his tantrums. He even smelled nice, as if honey clung to his mouth between meals.“Be a good boy,” the nurse said, “and you can go sledding with Lada and Bogdan later. Would you like that?”Radu shook his head, lip trembling with the threat of more tears.“Or we could visit the horses.”He nodded slowly and the nurse sighed with relief. She looked up to find Lada gone. “Where did she go?”Bogdan’s eyes widened in fear and indecision. Already he did not know whose wrath to fear more—his mother’s or tiny Lada’s.Huffing, the nurse tucked Radu onto her hip, his feet bouncing against her legs with every step. She stalked down the hall toward the narrow stairs leading to the bedrooms. “Lada, if you wake your mother, there will be—”She stopped, holding perfectly still, her fearful expression matching Bogdan’s own. From the sitting room near the front of the house, she heard voices. Low voices. Men’s voices. Speaking in Turkish, the language of their oftentimes enemy, the Ottomans.Which meant Vlad was home, and Lada was—The nurse ran down the hall and burst into the sitting room to find Lada standing in the middle of the room.“I kill infidels!” the child snarled, brandishing a small kitchen knife.“Do you?” Vlad spoke to her in the language of the Saxons, the tongue most spoken in Sighisoara. The nurse’s Saxon was crude, and while Vasilissa was fluent in several languages, she never spoke with the children. Lada and Radu spoke only Wallachian.Lada waved the knife at him in answer to the question she did not understand. Vlad raised an eyebrow. He was wrapped in a fine cloak, an elaborate hat on his head. It had been nearly a year since Lada had seen her father. She did not recognize him.“Lada!” the nurse whispered. “Come here at once.”Lada stood as tall as her short, stocky legs allowed. “This is my home! I am the Order of the Dragon! I kill infidels!”One of the three men accompanying Vlad murmured something in Turkish. The nurse felt sweat breaking out on her face, her neck, her back. Would they kill a child for threatening them? Would her father allow it? Or would they simply kill her for being unable to control Lada?Vlad smiled indulgently at his daughter’s display, then bowed his head at the three men. They returned the bow and swept out, acknowledging neither the nurse nor her disobedient charge. “How many infidels have you killed?” Vlad’s voice, this time in the melodic romance language tones of Wallachian, was smooth and cold.“Hundreds.” Lada pointed the knife at Radu, who hid his face against the nurse’s shoulder. “I killed that one this morning.”“And will you kill me now?”Lada hesitated, lowering her hand. She stared at her father, recognition seeping across her face like milk dropped in clear water. As quick as a snake, Vlad snatched the knife out of her hand, then grabbed her by the ankle and lifted her into the air.“And how,” he said, her upside-down face level with his, “did you think you could kill someone bigger, stronger, and smarter than you?”“You cheated!” Lada’s eyes burned with a look the nurse had come to dread. That look meant injury, destruction, or fire. Often all three.“I won. That is all that matters.”With a scream, Lada twisted herself up and bit her father’s hand.“God’s wounds!” He dropped her on the floor. She tucked into a ball, rolled out of his reach, then crouched, baring her teeth at him. The nurse cringed, waiting for Vlad to fly into a rage and beat Lada. Or beat her for her failure to keep Lada tame and docile.Instead, he laughed. “My daughter is feral.”“So sorry, my lord.” The nurse ducked her head, gesturing frantically at Lada. “She is overexcited upon seeing you again after so long an absence.”“What of their instruction? She does not speak Saxon.”“No, my lord.” That was not quite true. Lada had picked up Saxon obscenities and frequently yelled them out the window at people in the busy square. “She knows a bit of Hungarian. But there has been no one to see to the children’s education.”He clucked his tongue, a thoughtful look in his shrewd eyes. “And what of this one? Is he as fierce?” Vlad leaned in to where Radu had finally peered outward.Radu immediately burst into tears, burying his face once more in the nurse’s shoulder and shoving his hand beneath her cap to wrap it in her hair.Vlad’s lip turned up in disgust. “This one takes after his mother. Vasilissa!” he shouted, so loud that Radu was terrified into silence interrupted only by hiccups and sniffles. The nurse did not know whether to stay or leave, but she had not been dismissed. Lada ignored her, wary eyes fixed on her father.“Vasilissa!” Vlad roared again. He reached out to snatch Lada, but this time she was ready. She scrambled away, crawling under the polished table. Vlad rapped his knuckles on it. “Very good. Vasilissa!”His wife stumbled into the room, hair down, wrapped in nothing but a dressing robe. She was worn thin. Her cheekbones jutted out under grayed, empty eyes. If the birth of Lada had nearly killed her, Radu’s had drained whatever life she had left. She took in the scene—Radu tearstained, Lada under the table, and her husband, finally home—with a dull gaze.“Yes?” she asked.“Is that how you greet your husband? The vaivode of Wallachia? The prince?” He smiled in triumph, his long mustache lifting to reveal thin lips.Vasilissa stiffened. “They are making you prince? What of Alexandru?”“My brother is dead.”The nurse did not think Vlad looked much like a man in mourning.Finally noticing her daughter, Vasilissa beckoned to her. “Ladislav, come out from under there. Your father is home.”Lada did not move. “He is not my father.”“Make her come out,” Vasilissa snapped at the nurse.“Can you not command your own child?” Vlad’s voice was as clear as a blue sky in the freezing depths of winter. The sun with teeth, they called those days.The nurse shrank further into herself, shifting so that Radu, at least, was out of Vlad’s sight. Vasilissa looked frantically to either side, but there was no escape from the room. “I want to go home,” she whispered. “Back to Moldavia. Please let me.”“Beg.”Vasilissa’s tiny frame trembled. Then she dropped to her knees, lowered her head, and took Vlad’s hand in her own. “Please. Please, I beg of you. Let me go home.”Vlad put out his other hand and stroked Vasilissa’s lank, greasy hair. Then he grabbed it, wrenching her head to the side. She cried out, but he pulled tighter, forcing her to stand. He placed his lips against her ear. “You are the weakest creature I have ever known. Crawl back to your hole and hide there. Crawl!” He threw her down, and, sobbing, she crawled from the room.The nurse looked steadily at the finely woven rug that covered the stone floor. She said nothing. She did nothing. She prayed that Radu would remain silent.“You.” Vlad pointed at Lada. “Come out. Now.”She did, still watching the door Vasilissa had disappeared through.“I am your father. But that woman is not your mother. Your mother is Wallachia. Your mother is the very earth we go to now, the land I am prince of. Do you understand?”Lada looked up into her father’s eyes, deep-set and etched with years of cunning and cruelty. She nodded, then held out her hand. “The daughter of Wallachia wants her knife back.”Vlad smiled and gave it to her.Revue de presse“A dark jewel of a story, one that gleams with fierce, cunning characters—absolutely riveting.” —Alexandra Bracken, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Passenger“Kiersten White at her absolute best. The epic story will thrill you, the Transylvanian setting will transport you, and the characters (especially the fierce, take-no-prisoners Lada) will capture your heart. Don’t miss it.” —Cynthia Hand, New York Times bestselling author of the Unearthly series“Sweeping and epic, AND I DARKEN is a gender-bent take on history that gives us a fierce and brutal heroine, a fascinating time period, and a beautifully intelligent look at love, family, and power. I loved every twisty, bloody moment of it!” —Rachel Hawkins, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author“As richly complex and glittering as the Ottoman Empire itself, AND I DARKEN is daring in its scope and brilliantly executed. The fiercely dark Lada is a razor-edged sword tempered in the blood of family betrayals and the fire of her own passions. I was instantly and utterly smitten. She haunted me long after I turned the final page and left me craving more.”—Robin LaFevers, New York Times bestselling author of the His Fair Assassin series“A jewel of a book—a jewel embedded in the hilt of a blood-soaked sword. A brilliantly envisioned alternate history that is meticulously detailed but compulsively readable, this is a story I could not put down. I demand the sequel like Lada demands Wallachia!” —Beth Revis,New York Times bestselling author of theAcross the Universe series"An intense, risky, passionate novel that dragged me through love and danger with the force of its heroine’s heart and the power of its hero’s faith.” —Tessa Gratton, author of the Gods of New Asgard series“Girls with teeth and priorities. I want to read this book forever.” —E. K. Johnston, author of A Thousand Nights★"Full of sword fights, assassination plots, and palace intrigues, this novel is ambitious in scope and concept and reveals a fascinating, important, and somewhat obscure slice of history…the novel is breathtakingly good.”—School Library Journalstarred review★"Whitedeftly weaves historical fact into thiscomplex concoction of love, war, politics, homosexuality, religion, loyalty, and friendship."—Booklist starred review"White excels at presenting an anti-hero who contrasts conventional female heroines. Readers expecting a typical love triangle tale will be surprised, for Lada’s characterization is executed in a far-from-stereotypical manner as White challenges femininity and explores the types of power women can wield. White also succeeds in crafting an accessible setting that brings complex historical figures to life."--VOYA***Praise for Kiersten White’s novels:Paranormalcy:“A fast, flirty roller coaster of a ride. I’m in love!” —Becca Fitzpatrick, New York Times bestselling author of Hush, Hush“The perfect blend of light and dark. I can’t wait for more!” —Carrie Ryan, New York Times bestselling author of Daughter of Deep SilenceMind Games:★“A tour de force.” —Publishers Weekly, Starred★“Brilliant.” —The Bulletin, Starred “An exciting gem.” —#1 New York Times bestselling author Holly Black“Sharp, heart-wrenching, and fabulously fun.”— Laini Taylor, bestselling author of the National Book Award Finalist Lips Touch: Three Times and Daughter of Smoke and BoneThe Chaos of Stars:“Eloquent in its mixing of Egyptology with the experience of being a teenager . . . the character development, action-packed climax, intriguing family dynamics, and heartfelt romance will draw in fans.” —VOYAIllusions of Fate:“An absolute delight—a magical, sparkling, dangerous world with witty repartee and a romance that will light your heart on fire. Kiersten White’s best yet.” —Stephanie Perkins, internationally bestselling author of Anna and the French Kiss“This well-written historical fantasy has romance, suspense, a fairy-tale feel, and a great ending that will leave readers cheering.” —SLJ“Deliciously original in its intriguing plot and irresistible characters. ILLUSIONS OF FATE may be filled with spells, but it’s Kiersten White who is truly magic.” —Andrea Cremer, New York Times bestselling author of the Nightshade seriesIn the Shadows:★“An enthralling, page-turning gothic mystery infused with hair-raising horror.”—Booklist, Starred From the Hardcover edition.
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2 internautes sur 2 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile.Très bon débutPar Jennifer | La Tentation du Livre4.5/5And I Darken est le premier tome de la série The Conquerors.Ladislav (Lada) et Radu Dragwyla sont les enfants de Vlad Dracul, prince de Wallachia, un territoire vassal de l'empire Ottoman dirigé par le sultan Murad. Vlad Dracul a toujours voulu plus de pouvoir, sa famille ne représentant rien et n'ayant aucun réel pouvoir, il est donc très strict avec ses enfants qu'il veut "utiles" pour libérer Wallachia. Mais Vlad Dracul a les mains liées, Hunyadi, le dirigeant de l'empire Hongrois, vient siéger à Wallachia, Vlad doit donc chercher de l'aide auprès du sultan qu'il sert: Wallachia recevra toute l'aide qu'il faudra, mais Vlad doit abandonner ses enfants à l'empire Ottoman, ceux-ci servant de moyens de pression pour que Vlad rembourse ses dettes. Vlad accepte le marché, et Lada et Radu se trouvent à présent en terrain ennemi. La fratrie doit survivre par elle-même, et forme une amitié inattendue avec le fils du sultan, Mehmed. Alors que cette amitié devient de plus en plus forte au fil des années, Lada et Rada doivent prendre des décisions difficiles et travailler dur pour se faire valoir.Le contexte historique: l'empire Ottoman est le plus grand empire jamais connu, dont la religion est musulmane. Il gouverne plusieurs territoires vassaux comme Wallachia, la Hongrie, l'Albanie...et souhaite en obtenir plus notamment Constantinople. Si le pouvoir du sultan Murad n'est pas contesté, il y a cependant des tensions politiques: Wallachia veut redevenir indépendant, la Hongrie est en quête de plus de pouvoir, Constantinople opère dans le secret, et les Janissaries, des esclaves-soldats rémunérés ramenés de l'étranger, sont toujours fidèles à leur territoire d'origine.Les personnages:- Lada est la deuxième de la fratrie. J'ai eu du mal avec son personnage au départ, j'ai adoré son côté badass mais, avec l'éducation de son père, elle méprise complètement son frère. Elle l'estime trop délicat, trop faible, c'est un poids mort pour la famille. Mais j'ai pas pu m'empêcher d'aimer son courage, sa volonté, ses répliques et sa badass attitude. Bien sûr, Lada évolue lorsqu'elle est loin de son père, mais il est difficile de resserrer l'écart qui s'est creusé pendant toutes ses années avec son frère. Même en terrain ennemi, Lada et Radu sont comme deux étrangers partageant le même sang. Lada veut relever l'image de sa famille. Lada a des problèmes avec son corps de femme, elle n'a jamais eu de réelle figure féminine, et le fait qu'elle souhaite combattre est un problème pour elle car elle doit se réadapter. En plus de cela, Lada n'est pas belle, mais elle se fiche guère de plaire ou non.- Radu est le dernier de la famille. Il est délicat et jugé faible, et c'est le bouc-émissaire de tout Wallachia et surtout de son grand-frère Mircea qui prend plaisir à le torturer. J'ai apprécié Radu, puis j'avais envie de le secouer, puis plus il grandissait plus j'ai trouvé de l'intérêt pour son personnage, même si certaines choses m'ont gêné. - Mehmed est le prince bâtard de l'empire Ottoman. Il change l'existence de Lada et de Radu, mais ils changent également la sienne. Murad méprise son fils, et la vie de Mehmed est compliqué: il n'a aucun réel pouvoir et son ascendance sur le trône est menacée par ceux qui estiment que celui-ci est un vulgaire fanatique n'ayant aucune notion quant à la gouvernance d'un empire.Le livre présente les personnages depuis leur plus jeune âge jusqu'à leur adolescence, et c'est vraiment intéressant. L'auteure a choisi de nous montrer l'évolution des protagonistes, le pourquoi et le comment des relations créées, leur passé, leurs blessures, leurs souhaits.... On a un gros travail fait sur les personnages, on apprend à les connaître progressivement, on les apprécie, on les déteste...c'est pas noir ou blanc, c'est gris. Ils sont imprévisibles, je croyais connaître un personnage mais je me suis souvent retrouvée étonnée par leurs agissements/réactions.Par rapport à l'intrigue, elle est d'ordre politique: on cherche à prendre part au pouvoir ou à renverser. J'ai aimé les rebondissements de la fin, je ne m'attendais pas à ce que ces personnages-là soient impliqués, je n'y ai vu que du feu (sauf pour un personnage particulier vu que des indices avaient été semés). J'aime bien les Janissaries aussi, enfin, ceux proches de Lada.L'histoire prend son temps pour se mettre en place, on n'a pas beaucoup d'actions, mais le récit est original et les personnages de qualité. C'est le premier livre que je lis de cette auteure, et j'ai bien aimé son style, j'ai rigolé par moments à cause des répliques de Lada!Je n'ai attribué que 4.5/5 parce que l'aspect religieux ne m'intéresse pas vraiment, même s'il reste tout de même culturel et qu'il ne prend pas part à l'intrigue. J'ai adoré la relation Lada-Radu-Mehmed, et j'ai hâte de savoir ce qu'il va se passer par la suite.
