Title: The Ninth Sorceress
Series Title: The Price of Magic Book: I
Page Count: 462
Author: Bonnie Wynne
Publisher: Talem Press
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-6485342-3-5
Print ISBN: 978-0-6485342-2-8
Genre: Classic fantasy
Comparative Titles: The Name of the Wind, Assassin’s Apprentice, The Priory of the Orange Tree, Throne of Glass, Mistborn, The Magicians’ Guild
In the blackest dungeon of the Clockwork City, a prisoner lies bound in silver shackles. Who is she? And why are the wizards so afraid of her?
Seventeen-year-old Gwyn has no family and no past. Apprenticed to a half-mad herbalist, she travels the snow-blasted High Country, hawking potions in a peddler’s wagon. Her guardian hides her from the world like a dark secret, and she knows better than to push for answers.
But when she discovers she is hunted by the goddess Beheret, Gwyn is drawn into a deep and ancient tale: of chained gods and lost magic, of truths long buried and the rising of a war she never could have imagined.
Wizards and their magic-sniffing hounds pursue her – as does a stranger in a smiling mask, who calls her by an unfamiliar name…
But what really terrify her are the dangerous gifts she’s spent her life suppressing. Now, Gwyn must step out of the shadows and take charge of her destiny – even if the price is her own soul.
The Ninth Sorceress is the breathtaking first instalment of The Price of Magic, a sweeping fantasy saga full of rich storytelling and tangible magic.
Bonnie Wynne studied Writing and Cultural Studies at UTS, and completed her law degree at the University of Sydney. After a brief stint in legal publishing, she now works for the Australian government, deciphering ancient law tomes.
She lives in Sydney with her cocker spaniel, Percival Hector (Canine Inspector). When she’s not reading or writing, she can be found playing video games, booking her next holiday, or elbow-deep in flour.
The Ninth Sorceress is her debut novel and the first book in her series, The Price of Magic.
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The Bird Tower
The bridge to the Bird Tower was slippery. For three months now, it had rained steadily, and today the wind had started too. As it howled up out of the rift, the wind snatched at the cloak of the slender man crossing the bridge, his broad-brimmed hat
clasped to his head.
The mancer refused to think about the wind. There had been too much talk of that
lately. Enoch marched with his head down, a battered leather satchel clutched under one arm. His worn-down boot heels clattered on the wet stones. To his left, the bridge dropped away into a chasm three quarters of a mile deep. There was no railing. If he fell, he would have plenty of time to scream. But he wasn’t going to think about that either.
At the entrance, stepping out of the rain, he stopped before the guards. Their surcoats were emblazoned with the tower-and-moon emblem of the Paragon Holdings Syndicate, the same as the brand on Enoch’s forearm, and they wore shortswords at their hips. Both snapped to attention to greet the mancer.
‘I’m here to see the prisoner,’ Enoch said, by way of introduction. Six hundred feet below, he heard the mighty support chains creak, felt the vibration in his feet.
The guards grimaced. The Bird Tower held cells for over a hundred prisoners, but there could be no doubt which one he meant.
‘Has she been giving you more trouble?’ Enoch asked.
‘No, m’lord mancer, no more’n usual. Nobody else’s lost fingers, far as I know.’ ‘Good.’ The rain lashed in sideways at him, and the wind made the roof tiles rattle
like corn husks. ‘I’ll try to keep it that way.’
The guards chuckled and stood aside. Through the second doorway, torchlight
illuminated the stone stairs that curved down into the belly of the tower, into deeper shadow. The air was tight and scentless. Enoch’s footsteps rang hollowly as he descended. The stairs opened onto a dank, windowless hallway, and beyond, a tall door strapped
thickly with iron. Through the grill Enoch could see a group of guards crowded around a knife-scored table, their game of Tact seemingly untouched. One was honing his shortsword, watching the door with haunted eyes.
Enoch lifted the clapper, but the guard had already risen. He peered at Enoch through the bars. Behind him, the other guards reached for their swords.
‘I’m here to see the prisoner,’ Enoch said again. When the guard didn’t move, Enoch flipped open his case, fished out the topmost sheet of parchment, and pressed it to the grill so the Archmage’s seal was visible. A few moments later he heard the first bolt slide back, then the second, then the third. The door swung open.
(I received an eARC from Talem Press for a voluntary and honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.)
Genre: YA, Fantasy
Rating: 2/5 stars
(DISCLAIMER: All thoughts and opinions are my own.)
There was a lot of mystery and tension in this book and it definitely kept me reading as I wanted to find out more. Unfortunately, I wasn’t a fan of the writing style, but in no way is it badly written. Also, I’m usually not a big fan of wizards/witches so it definitely would have influenced me while reading this book.
It did take me a while to start fully enjoying the story, but after a while, it failed to keep my attention. Unfortunately, i did not connect to the characters or story and think that this book wasn’t my cup of tea.
However, fans of magic and adventure should definitely give this book a go as they will enjoy it!
Have you read this book? What are your thoughts and opinions? Leave a comment down below! 🙂