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528 pages, Paperback
First published April 21, 2020
Call it what it is: monster racing.
Forget that, and you die.
“Do you understand, my star? I would destroy the world for you.”
“Cultivate kindness. Never steal anyone’s hope.”
“This kehok may be a nightmare, but he’s our nightmare.”
“Of course, worrying about messing up was the exact thing that could mess her up. But recognizing the paradox didn’t make it any easier to dismiss.”
“Fear can backfire. The one thing that wouldn’t fail you was a belief in yourself, a solid determination that tied you to the moment.”
“I believe that fantasy is a literature of hope and empowerment. It can serve as a light in the darkness, as a guide towards strength, and as an escape from pain. It is my secret hope that someone will read Tamra and Raia’s story and realize that they can be who they want to be, that they can shape the world, that they can race the sands – and win.”
I believe that fantasy is a literature of hope and empowerment. It can serve as a light in the darkness,as a guide towards strength, and as an escape from pain. It is my secret hope that someone will read Tamra and Raia’s story and realize that they can be who they want to be, that the can shape the world, that they can race the sands – and win.
Augur Yorbel, will you please inform the Emperor to be that his prize racer will only run for one rider.
"Run!" she shouted at the two riders. "That's all that matters! That's all that exists! You are nothing but the sand beneath the hooves, the wind in your face, the sun on your back. You are this moment. Feel the moment. Feel the race!"
"You're trying to get into my head and shake my confidence. It won't work." She had already doubted herself far more effectively than this stranger ever could, and she wasn't ltting any of it stop her.
"It's not as if we carry our memories into our new life, at least not reliably," Tamra said. "So I'll be a fish. Or a bird. Or a cricket. Does it matter, so long as I've done the best I can?"