{"id":22476,"date":"2024-01-03T18:47:35","date_gmt":"2024-01-03T23:47:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/?p=22476"},"modified":"2024-01-03T18:47:35","modified_gmt":"2024-01-03T23:47:35","slug":"queen-of-candesce","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/2024\/01\/queen-of-candesce\/","title":{"rendered":"Queen of Candesce"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>{4.5\/5} &#8220;Eventually she moved over to the window and picked up a particular doll. Its tunic was ripped where the secret policemen had cut it open looking for hidden notes&#8230; So that&#8217;s what he&#8217;d been doing. Albard had rubbed its eyebrows off against the stone. Then, in meticulous tiny lines and curls, he had repainted them. From a distance of more than a few inches they seemed normal. Up close, though, she could see what they were made of: Letters.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Queen of Candesce<\/strong> by Karl Schroeder, published in 2007<\/p>\n<p>Vanera Fanning falls to a place called Greater Spyre, where her rescuer tells her she&#8217;s lucky to be alive and won&#8217;t be able to leave. She does try to leave, but when she goes to jump off Spyre she fails. Instead she gets snatched and forced to take a bunch of tests to become a citizen of Liris. She becomes part of a trading delegation to Lesser Spyre, and they will be going to the weekly Great Fair.<\/p>\n<p>This is the sequel to <a href=\"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/2024\/01\/sun-of-suns\/\"><strong>Sun of Suns<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s about what happens when you are far from home, and you find out that your husband&#8217;s dead. It&#8217;s about convincingly pretending to be someone you&#8217;re not. It&#8217;s about how quickly friends can turn to enemies.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve read 9 books by Schroeder.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>{4.5\/5} &#8220;Eventually she moved over to the window and picked up a particular doll. Its tunic was ripped where the secret policemen had cut it open looking for hidden notes&#8230; So that&#8217;s what he&#8217;d been doing. Albard had rubbed its eyebrows off against the stone. Then, in meticulous tiny lines and curls, he had repainted [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[7,28,5,8],"class_list":["post-22476","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books","tag-book","tag-novels","tag-review","tag-science-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22476","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22476"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22476\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22479,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22476\/revisions\/22479"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22476"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22476"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidmswitzer.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22476"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}