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400 pages, Hardcover
First published June 27, 2017
All plants are ordinary, until I touch them. All my life, I've had to hid what happens when I touch anything that comes from the earth--plants, stones, trees, soil, orchids.
I'm supposed to be safe here, safe to taunt myself with a magic I am not supposed to possess. A magic I still don't understand.
And, though earlier I thought Father's intent to go south was pure madness, now I find I want to say yes so badly. It's not just because Jahan's scheme thrills me, or because I want to see Ida and the imperial court. No, I want to look into Jahan's eyes, in person. I'm struck with a sudden, visceral memory of how he smells: of cloves and cinnamon.