The Oracle Queen, Kendare Blake
Kendare Blake

The Oracle Queen

The #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Three Dark Crowns series introduces readers to the Oracle Queen in this riveting prequel e-novella.
Triplet queens born on the island of Fennbirn can be many things: Elementals. Poisoners. Naturalists. If an oracle queen is born, however, one with the gift of sight, she’s immediately drowned, extinguishing her chance at ever taking the throne.
But that’s not how it always was. This cautionary practice started long ago, with Queen Elsabet—the legendary, and last, oracle queen—whose reign was tinged with blood and horror.
Paranoid, ruthless, and utterly mad, Elsabet’s mistrust led to the senseless slaying of three entire houses of innocent people. At least, that’s the unchallenged tale carried down from generation to generation. But what really happened? Discover the true story behind the queen who, though born with the gift of sight, could not foresee her swift and sudden fall from power . . . until it was too late.
Fans of the Three Dark Crowns series will be enthralled with Queen Elsabet’s genesis, riveted by her madness, and compelled by her tragic—and bloody—reign.
Don't miss Five Dark Fates, the thrilling conclusion to the series, coming in September!
95 бумажных страниц
HarperCollins, Quill Tree Books



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On a warm summer day, Queen Mirabella sat on the front steps of the Black Cottage at Midwife Willa’s feet, having her hair braided. Her little sisters—Queen Arsinoe, younger by mere minutes, and Queen Katharine, younger by a full half hour—played together in the yard.

“It is a good thing that black does not show grass marks,” Willa commented when Katharine tripped over her own feet and tumbled, dark skirt flying.

“Ha ha,” Arsinoe taunted. Katharine’s large eyes began to shine and wobble. Mirabella cleared her throat, and Arsinoe glanced at her guiltily. Then Arsinoe sighed and went to help their youngest sister up.

“Why do you not ever tell them to be nice?” Mirabella asked.

“I tell them to be polite.” Willa separated the little queen’s hair with gentle fingers. “It is so long now. So long and so shiny. When you are queen, you must wear it down often and never cover it with a veil.”

Mirabella fought the urge to jerk her head. Even at five years old, she knew that nice and polite were not the same things, though she could not explain exactly why.

Down in the grass, Arsinoe and Katharine had resumed chasing each other. They laughed breathlessly, and when they ran out of laughter, Katharine began to sing a song that Willa had taught them that morning.

“No Sight, no sound, no fault was found, no treason to be had!”

“Yet every one would die that day for Elsabet the mad!” Arsinoe finished the rhyme and raised a stick she had been carrying as a sword. Katharine squealed and ran.

“Why did you teach us that song?”


En un cálido día de verano, la Reina Mirabella se sentó en la escalera de la Casa Negra a los pies de la comadrona Willa, con el pelo trenzado. Sus hermanas pequeñas, la reina Arsinoe, más joven por pocos minutos, y la reina Katharine, más joven por media hora, jugaban juntas en el patio.

"Es bueno que el negro no muestre marcas de hierba", comentó Willa cuando Katharine se tropezó con sus propios pies y se cayó, falda oscura volando.

"Ja, ja", se burló Arsinoe. Los grandes ojos de Katharine comenzaron a brillar y a tambalearse. Mirabella aclaró su garganta, y Arsinoe la miró con sentimiento de culpa. Entonces Arsinoe suspiró y fue a ayudar a su hermana menor a levantarse.

"¿Por qué nunca les dices que sean amables?" Mirabella preguntó.

"Les digo que sean educados". Willa separó el pelo de la pequeña reina con suaves dedos. "Ya es muy largo. Tan largo y tan brillante. Cuando eres reina, debes llevarlo con frecuencia y nunca cubrirlo con un velo."

Mirabella luchó contra el impulso de sacudirse la cabeza. Incluso a los cinco años, sabía que lo amable y lo cortés no eran lo mismo, aunque no podía explicar exactamente por qué.

Abajo en la hierba, Arsinoe y Katharine habían vuelto a perseguirse. Se rieron sin aliento, y cuando se les acabó la risa, Katharine empezó a cantar una canción que Willa les había enseñado esa mañana.

"¡No se encontró ninguna vista, ningún sonido, ninguna falta, ninguna traición!"

"¡Pero todos morirían ese día por Elsabet la loca!" Arsinoe terminó la rima y levantó un palo que había estado llevando como una espada. Katharine chilló y corrió.

"¿Por qué nos enseñaste esa canción?"

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