Amélie Zhao Wen

Blood Heir


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      BLOOD HEIR

      Amélie Wen Zhao

       Copyright

      HarperVoyager

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

      Copyright © Amélie Wen Zhao 2019

      Map illustrations copyright © Virginia Allyn 2019

      Cover illustration © Andrei Cosma/Trevillion Images

      Cover design by Micaela Alcaino © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

      Amélie Wen Zhao asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008328054

      Ebook Edition © October 2019 ISBN: 9780008327927

      Version: 2019-10-14

       Dedication

      To 妈妈 and 爸爸, for teaching me to view the world with kindness, passion, and open eyes

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Map

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Chapter 32

       Chapter 33

       Chapter 34

       Chapter 35

       Chapter 36

       Chapter 37

       Chapter 38

       Chapter 39

       Chapter 40

       Chapter 41

       Chapter 42

       Glossary

       Acknowledgments

       About the Publisher

       Map

A map of the Cyrilian Empire and surrounding lands

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      The prison bore a sharp resemblance to the dungeons of Anastacya’s childhood: dark, wet, and made of unyielding stone that leaked grime and misery. There was blood here, too; she could sense it all, tugging at her from the jagged stone steps to the torch-blackened walls, lingering at the edges of her consciousness like an ever-present shadow.

      It would take so very little—a flick of her will—for her to control it all.

      At the thought, Ana twined her gloved fingers tighter around the worn furs of her hood and turned her attention back to the oblivious guard several paces ahead. His varyshki bull-leather boots clacked in smooth, sharp steps, and if she listened closely enough, she could hear the faint jingle of the goldleaves she’d used to bribe him in his pockets.

      She was not a prisoner this time; she was his customer, and that sweet rattle of coins was a constant reminder that he was—for now—on her side.

      Still, the torchlight cast his flickering shadow on the walls around them; it was impossible not to see this place as the fabric of her nightmares and hear the whispers that came with.

       Monster. Murderer.

      Papa would have told her that this was a place filled with demons, where the evilest men were held. Even now, almost a year after his death, Ana found her mouth running dry as she imagined what he would say if he saw her here.

      Ana shoved those thoughts away and kept her gaze straight ahead. Monster and murderer she might be, but that had nothing to do with her task at hand.

      She was here to clear her name of treason. And it all depended on finding one prisoner.

      “I’m telling you, he won’t give you nothing.” The guard’s coarse voice pulled her from the whispers. “Heard he was on a mission to murder someone high-profile when he was caught.”

      He was talking about the prisoner. Her prisoner. Ana straightened,