Dragon's Keep

by Carey, Janet Lee

• ISBN13: 9780152059262
• ISBN10: 0152059261
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2007-04-01
• Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Summary

Far away on Wilde Island, Princess Rosalind is born with a dragon claw where her ring finger should be. To hide the secret, the Queen forces her to wear gloves at all times until a cure can be found,so Rosalind can fulfill the prophecy to restore the family to their rightful throne. But Rosalinds flaw cannot be separated from her fate. When she is carried off by the dragon, everything she thought she knew falls apart. The dragon sees beauty in her talon where her mother saw only shame, and Rosalind finally understands what her mother has truly denied her. Carey has written a stunning portrayal of the complex relationship between a mother and daughter in a lyrical novel sure to thrill readers who love fantasyand those who dont.

Author Biography

JANET LEE CAREY received the Mark Twain Award in 2005 for Wenny Has Wings. She lives near Seattle, Washington.

Table of Contents

Prologue	p. 1
Wormwood & Poppy
The Queen’s Knife	p. 5
The Sacred Finger Bone	p. 8
The Stolen Child	p. 11
Dragonstone	p. 16
Dragonslayers	p. 24
Pilgrimage	p. 32
The Kiss	p. 42
Angel’s Betrayal	p. 47
Flying as in a Dream	p. 53
Friend and Fowl	p. 61
Diviner Eggs	p. 69
Witch’s Hollow	p. 77
The Hag	p. 84
Punishment	p. 92
Her Spirit Unbound	p. 98
Wolf’s Bane
The Listing Ship	p. 113
Demon Fire	p. 125
The Shell	p. 136
If Wolves Should Come	p. 147
Twine Unraveled	p. 154
Taken	p. 163
Burningstone	p. 170
The Breaking	p. 177
Knight’s Folly	p. 185
The Bargain	p. 192
Briar Rose
A Language Lesson	p. 203
Hissstory	p. 208
Strange Treasure	p. 218
Flight	p. 226
The Scales	p. 235
The Hunt	p. 238
The Messenger	p. 244
The Takings of the Storm	p. 249
Lord Faul	p. 258
Voice in the Falls	p. 263
Discovered	p. 269
Witch Trial	p. 273
The Devil’s Footpath	p. 287
Blood Proof	p. 294
Talon	p. 297
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Excerpts

CHAPTER ONEThe Queens KnifeWILDE ISLAND AD 1145MOTHER PULLED OUT HER KNIFE. We were alone in her solar.Its time, she said. Give me your hand.I drew back. Its not yet Sunday eve.Were together, Rosalind, and the doors well locked.Tomorrow.Tonight. Then softening her voice she said, Come, Rosie, take off your gloves.Her blade flashed in the firelight and sent a russet glow across the room. She was ready for the ritual. I dreaded it.Take yours off first.Mother placed her knife on the table and bared her hands. Queen Gweneths fingers were finely tapered as candles, her skin milky as the moon. It was a shame for her to wear golden gloves, but shed donned them at my birth to protect me, and worn them ever since.Now you, Rosie.I bit my lip as she removed my right glove. Pretty hand that never saw the sun; the skin was soft and creamy not unlike her own. Mother kissed it. Then taking my other hand in hers, she peeled away the left glove. None but Mother and myself knew what hid underneath.My throat tightened as we looked at my fourth finger. The horny flesh. Blue-green and scaly as a lizards hide. Claw of the beast with a black curving talon at the end.I rubbed the scar at the base of my claw. A wound Id made myself the night of Nells witch burning. With her cunning craft Nell had lured folk into the woods and fed them to the dragon. Of this she was accused, and too she had a devils mark on her back. Id seen the mark myself before they burned herit was nothing compared to mine.With Cooks sharp knife Id stolen to my room to try to cut off my cursed part. The wound was deep and the blood had drenched my kirtle before Mother caught me.The queen was peering at my claw now, working her face to hold back a sickened sneer, but with all her trying, her lip still tightened. The sorrow of it, she whispered. That it should be your wedding finger.No man would marry me unless he was a leper.Rosie. Dont say such things.Then say it isnt true.Mother pulled out her silver vial, sipped the poppy potion, and closed her eyes. The fire crackled. When the lines around her eyes and mouth grew smooth she capped the bottle and set her jaw. Now.I hid my hand behind my back. It will hurt.Ill cut with care. Tugging my wrist close, she used her knife to peel the black talon as a fletcher sharpens an arrow.Curled bits of hard black nail fell to the floor. Sparks flew and a trail of smoke rose as she trimmed the nail. It was a wonder wed shaken our heads at. For what kind of talon hides a spark?Scrape. Scrape. I closed my eyes and smelled the odor of ground bone and, stranger still, a scent of rusted metal. The stench filled me with shame.I waited for her to finish, taking slow breaths to calm myself. Then I felt a sharp prick.Too close to the quick! I drew back and blinked away the tears.Done, said Mother, sweeping the broken bits of nail into her hand and tossing them in the fire.Gently now, she slid my golden gloves back on and put her cool hand on my c

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