In the Witchlands, there are almost as many types of magic as there are ways to get in trouble—as Safiya and Iseult know all too well.
Safiya is a Truthwitch, able to discern truth from lie, but she must keep her gift hidden, lest she be used as a pawn in an impending struggle between empires. Iseult, a Threadwitch, may be able to see the invisible ties that bind and entangle the lives around her—but she cannot see the bonds that touch her own heart.
Safiya and Iseult just want to be free to live their own lives, but war is coming to the Witchlands. With the help of Prince Merik (a Windwitch and privateer) and the hindrance of a Bloodwitch bent on revenge, the friends must fight emperors, princes, and mercenaries alike, who will stop at nothing to get their hands on a Truthwitch.
Please enjoy this excerpt of Truthwitch by Susan Dennard.
Everything had gone horribly wrong.
None of Safiya fon Hasstrel’s hastily laid plans for this holdup were unfolding as they ought.
First, the black carriage with the gleaming gold standard was not the target Safi and Iseult had been waiting for. Worse, this cursed carriage was accompanied by eight perfect rows of city guards blinking midday sun from their eyes.
Second, there was absolutely nowhere for Safi or Iseult to go. Up on their limestone outcropping, the dusty road below was the only path to Veñaza City. And just as this craggy thrust of gray rock overlooked the road, the road overlooked nothing but turquoise sea forever. It was seventy feet of cliff pounded by rough waves and even rougher winds.
And third—the real kick in the kidneys—was that as soon as the guards marched over the girls’ buried trap and firepots within exploded … Well, then those guards would be scouring every inch of the cliffside.
“Hell-gates, Iz.” Safi snapped down her spyglass. “There are four guards in each row. Eight times four makes…” Her face scrunched up. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen …