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On her long journey home from school after a fight that will surely lead to her expulsion, Karigan G'ladheon ponders her uncertain future. As she trudges through the immense Green Cloak forest, her thoughts are interrupted by the clattering of hooves, as a galloping horse bursts from the woods.
The rider is slumped over his mount's neck, impaled by two black-shafted arrows. As the young man lies dying on the road, he tells Karigan he is a Green Rider, one of the legendary messengers of the king of Sacoridia.
Before he dies, he begs Karigan to deliver the “life and death” message he bears to King Zachary. When she reluctantly he agrees, he makes her swear on his sword to complete his mission, whispering with his dying breath, “Beware the shadow man...”
Taking on the golden-winged horse brooch that is the symbol of the Green Riders, Karigan is swept into a world of deadly danger and complex magic, her life forever changed. Compelled by forces she cannot understand, Karigan is accompanied by the silent specter of the fallen messenger and hounded by dark beings bent on seeing that the message, and its reluctant carrier, never reach their destination.
With memorable characters, unique magic, and a story that will keep readers on the edge of their seats, this action-packed, feminist fantasy is a must-read for lovers of the genre.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherDAW
- Publication dateNovember 2, 2008
- Reading age18 years and up
- File size1824 KB
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“Green Rider is a wonderfully captivating heroic fantasy adventure.... Kristen Britain’s likable heroine and fast-paced plot kept me eagerly turning pages. This is the rarest of finds: a truly enjoyable read.” —Terry Goodkind, #1 New York Times-bestselling author of The Sword of Truth series
“Kristen Britain is one of the most astonishing fantasy writers working today. She has created a richly imagined world where magic is as real as courage, and where a young woman's heroism can change the course of history.” ―Tess Gerritsen, author of The Apprentice
“Britain packs her exciting sixth Green Rider epic fantasy with new perils for her heroine, Karigan G’ladheon.... The pages fly by in this dramatic tale.” —Publishers Weekly
“Britain’s latest combines familiar characters with new allies and enemies as it builds to a crucial point in the history of the land. Readers of epic fantasy and series followers will want this finely honed, skillfully crafted tale.” —Library Journal
“Britain provides plenty of action…and a good command of character.” —Booklist
“In masterly fashion, Britain ultimately manages to bring the major plotlines together in a big battle.... A rousing, satisfying adventure.” —Locus
“There is something about returning to read a new book the Green Rider series that just makes me happy.... Addictive comfort reads that make me want to curl up with it until I finish.” —Speculative Herald
“The gifted Ms. Britain writes with ease and grace as she creates a mesmerizing fantasy ambiance and an appealing heroine quite free of normal clichés.” —RT Book Reviews
“This captivating fantasy is filled with adventure, action, and heroes. Karigan grows tremendously as a person and in the end finds her own place in this world. The characters, including minor ones, are well-developed and the plot is complex enough to get the reader thinking. This is a real page-turner.” —VOYA
“Kristen Britain writes so beautifully that I never want to have to put her books down.” ―Fantasy Book Review
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Karigan G’ladheon awakened to the chitter of waxwings and chickadees. Mourning doves cooed and jays defended their territories with raucous song and fluttering wings. Above her, the sky opened up like an expansive dusky canopy that winked with stars. The moon hung low in the west.
Karigan groaned. She lay at the edge of a fallow farmer’s field, behind a hedgerow, and her back wasn’t taking it well.
She pushed damp hair away from her brow. Everything was wet with dew and her clothes stuck to her like a cold and clammy second skin. She remembered aloud why she was here.
“To get away from Selium.”
Her own voice startled her. Aside from the birds, the countryside was wide open and empty and silent. There would be no tolling of Morningtide Bell here, nor the familiar creaking of floorboards as her fellow students moved around in her old dormitory building preparing for a day of classes.
She stood up and shivered in the chill spring air. Indeed, she was “away” from Selium, and would get farther away still before the day was done. She gathered her blanket and things, stuffed them into her pack, stepped over the hedgerow, and started walking. She carried little more than a hunk of bread, some cheese, a change of clothes, and some jewelry that had belonged to her mother—the only objects precious enough to her to carry away. All the rest had been left in the dormitory in her haste to leave Selium.
She walked briskly to stave off the chill, the gravel of the road crunching beneath her boots. The rising sun, with its bands of orange and gold, drew her east.
As she walked, the glistening grasses of farm fields transformed into thick stands of fir and spruce blotting out the newly risen sun and darkening the road.
This was the edge of the Green Cloak she entered, an immense wood that grew thick and wild in the heart of Sacoridia. Its more tame borders marched in snatches and thickets right down to the shores of Ullem Bay and the foothills of the Wingsong Mountains. The bulk of the wood was dense and unbroken, save for villages and towns that made islands of themselves in its interior, and the occasional woods road that, from an eagle’s view, she thought, must cut through it like a scar.
Such roads were often in conflict with their surroundings. It didn’t take much for saplings to start growing in the middle of woods roads and winter blowdowns to topple across them, eventually obscuring the least used. A carpet of rusty pine needles softened Karigan’s footfalls and gave this road an abandoned look, though it was the main thoroughfare leading into Selium from points east.
Karigan walked till her stomach growled. She sought out a warm patch of sun surrounded by solid, cold shade, and washed down chunks of bread and cheese with handfuls of water from a gurgling stream next to the road. It wasn’t the choicest water, but it would have to do.
Afterward, she splashed cold water on her face. She felt altogether bedraggled after just one night on the road, and she longed for the hot baths and full meals the school served up.
“Don’t tell me I miss it...” She glanced over her shoulder as if the entire campus, with its templelike academic buildings looming over the city from atop its hill, might pop into view.
It was curious how a night on the road made yesterday’s events seem somehow less significant, less hurtful. Karigan half-turned, gazing back down the road which, within a day’s walk, ended at the school. Her hands tightened into balls and she clenched her jaw. She would show the dean.
Kick me out of school, will you? Let’s see how you like confronting my father. She grinned, imagining her father, his expression livid, towering over a shrinking Dean Geyer.
Then her shoulders sagged and her grin faltered. It was no good. She had no control over her father. What if he agreed with the dean that her punishment was just?
She kicked the ground and pebbles skittered across the road. Gods, what a mess. She hoped to reach Corsa before the dean’s letter did, so she could tell her father her side of the story first. Either way, she would be in deep trouble. Maybe she ought to hire herself out on a merchant barge and stay away for good. After all, that’s what her father had done when he was a boy.
She jammed her hands into her pockets, and with head bowed, ambled along the rutted road at a reluctant pace.
She startled a baby squirrel sitting on an old lightning-racked stump. It pipped and squealed, its tail abristle. It stamped in place, then darted from one edge of the stump to the other, as if too frightened to decide which way to go.
“Sorry I scared you, little one,” Karigan said.
Chittering, the squirrel dashed into some underbrush and scurried noisily through the leaf litter of the forest floor, sounding like some much larger beast.
Karigan walked on humming an off-key tune. However, when the sounds of the squirrel did not abate but, in fact, grew much louder, she froze.
The racket shattered the woods. Trees and shrubs shook as if some wild creature—many times larger than a squirrel—thrashed in the twined branches and undergrowth. Crazed catamounts and rabid wolves played through her mind. She hadn’t a weapon with which to fend off the beast, and she couldn’t run either; her feet seemed to have taken root in the ground.
She drew a ragged breath. Whatever the nameless beast was, it charged her way, and fast.
It burst from the woods in an explosion of branches. Karigan’s breath hissed in her throat like a broken whistle.
The creature loomed huge and dark in the tree shadows. It huffed with great wheezings through flared nostrils like some infernal demon. Karigan closed her eyes and stepped back. When she looked again, a horse and rider, not some evil dragon of legend, staggered onto the road. Twigs and leaves fell from them to the ground.
The horse, a long-legged chestnut, was lathered with sweat and huffed as if from a hard run. The rider slumped over the chestnut’s neck. He was clad in a green uniform. Branches had lashed trails of blood across his white face. His broad-shouldered frame twitched with fatigue.
He half dismounted, half fell from the horse. Karigan cried out when she saw two black-shafted arrows impaled in his back.
“Please...” He beckoned her with a crimson glove.
She took one hesitant step forward.
The rider was only a few years older than she. Black hair was plastered across his pain-creased brow. Blue eyes blazed bright with fever. With the two arrows buried in his back, he looked as if he had fought off death longer than any mortal should have.
He was of Sacoridia, Karigan was certain, though the green uniforms were far rarer than the black and silver of the regular militia.
“Help...”
Each step she took was shaky as if her legs could no longer support her. She knelt beside him, not sure how she could aid a dying man.
“Are you Sacoridian?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you love your country and your king?”
Karigan paused. What a curious question. King Zachary was relatively new to the throne and she knew little of his policies or methods, but it wouldn’t do to sound disloyal to a dying servant of Sacoridia.
“Yes.”
“I’m a messenger...Green Rider.” The young man’s body spasmed with pain, and blood dribbled over his lip and down his chin. “The satchel on the saddle...important message for...king. Life or death. If you love Sacor...Sacoridia and its king, take it. Take it to him.”
“I—I...” One part of her wanted to run screaming from him, and another part felt drawn to his need. Running away to Corsa, instead of waiting for her father to collect her at Selium, had held an irresistible air of adventure that she had anticipated. But real adventure now looked at her with a terrifying visage.
“Please,” he whispered. “You are—”
The last words died inaudibly as blood gurgled in his throat and sprayed his lips, but she thought she caught a breathy the one. The one what? The only one on the road? The only one to take the message?
“I—”
“Dangerous.” He shuddered.
Everything around fell silent in an expectant hush, as if the world held its breath for her decision.
Before Karigan could stop herself, she said, “I’ll do it.” She heard the words as if someone else had drawn them from her.
“You s-swear?”
She nodded.
“Sword. Bring it to me.”
The horse shied from Karigan, but she caught his reins and drew the saber from the saddle sheath. Its curved blade flickered in a patch of sun as she held it out before her. She knelt beside the messenger again.
“Wrap your hands around the hilt,” he said. When she did, he placed his hands over hers. It was then she saw his gloves were not dyed crimson, not originally. He coughed, and more blood flecked the corners of his mouth. “Swear...swear you’ll deliver...the message to King Zachary...for love of country.”
Karigan could only stare at him wide-eyed.
“Swear!”
It was as if she already looked upon a ghost rather than a living man. He would not allow himself to die until she swore the oath. “I swear...I’ll deliver the message for the love of my country.”
Although she had sworn, the Green Rider was not ready to die yet. “Take the brooch...from my chest. It will ident...” He squeezed his eyes shut in pain till the spell passed. “Identify you as messenger...to other Riders.” The words were gasped as if he were forcing air in and out of his lungs by sheer will to extend his life. “Fly...Rider, with great speed. Don’t read m-message. Then they can’t tor-torture...it from you. If captured, shred it and toss it to the winds.” Then, because his voice had grown so faint, she had to lean very close to hear his final words. “Beware the shadow man.”
A cold tremor ran through Karigan’s body. “I’ll do my best,” she told him.
There was no response from the messenger this time though his eyes still stared at her, bright and otherworldly. She gently pried his fingers from her hand and closed his eyes. She hadn’t noticed the winged horse brooch before, but now, pinned over his heart, it glowed golden in the sun. Absently she wiped bloody finger marks off her hands onto her trousers and then unclasped the brooch.
A curious sensation, not at all unpleasant, as if all her nerves sang in unison, tingled throughout her body. The gold warmth of the sun embraced her, and drove the shadowy chill away. There was a fluttering like great white wings beating the air, and the sound of silver-shod hooves galloping...
Moments later, the sensation receded, and she realized the sound was her own excited heartbeat, and the sun had risen sufficiently to widen the patch of light she stood in. Nothing more. She pinned the brooch to her shirt.
She then sensed, like a breeze whispering through a hundred aspen trees, invisible lips that seemed to murmur, Welcome, Rider.
Product details
- ASIN : B001JKV95U
- Publisher : DAW; Reprint edition (November 2, 2008)
- Publication date : November 2, 2008
- Language : English
- File size : 1824 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 481 pages
- Page numbers source ISBN : 0886778581
- Best Sellers Rank: #98,408 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- #865 in Women's Adventure Fiction (Books)
- #1,988 in Paranormal Fantasy (Kindle Store)
- #2,167 in Epic Fantasy (Kindle Store)
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Kristen Britain is the New York Times bestselling author of the Green Rider Series. She lives in an adobe house in the high desert of the American Southwest beneath the big sky, and among lizards and hummingbirds and tumbleweeds.
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I first read this book in seventh or eighth grade and fell in love with it. At that time, only Green Rider and the sequel First Rider’s Call were out. In high school I convinced my friend to read them and we totally fangirled together. My friend designed Green Rider broaches in art class and we both read the third book, The High King’s Tomb, as soon as it was released. Then Blackveil was released when I was in college and Mirror Sight just came out a year ago. Yeah, I am kind of addicted to this series and not at all ashamed of it.
Green Rider begins with Karigan G’ladheon waking on the road after running away from her school, Selium. She ran away because of an unfair suspension which was the result of a fight with an aristocrat. Her plans are just to get home and talk to her father since she believes he can make anything better.
Then a charging horse and rider are upon Karigan. The rider is dying, impaled with two black arrows in his back. He, F’ryan Cobblebay, asks Karigan if she will take a message to King Zachary in Sacor City for love of her country, a message that could mean life or death. Karigan agrees. The messenger has Karigan take his broach and tells her to “beware the shadow man.”
Now Karigan is on an extremely dangerous mission that she is not really prepared for. She is riding across the country with an important message that some want never to be delivered. One messenger is already dead and now they are after Karigan and The Horse.
Along the way to Sacor City, Karigan encounters strange things, things of legend: monsters from Kanmorhan Vane and the Shadow Man for starters. She is chased by more than just Mirwellian soldiers. Karigan needs to rely on every instinct she has for survival if she wants to make it to the king in time.
Karigan is such a strong character. She is a young woman who runs away from school, not exactly someone trained for anything she will encounter. Yet Karigan is stubborn and willing to do anything to keep her promise to F’ryan Cobblebay. She will reach Sacor City no matter what. If there is a way, Karigan will find it.
I love this book to no end. Everyone should read it because there is something for everyone in it. There are horses and monsters. There is magic and sword fighting. There are kind old ladies and those stirring up trouble. There is a spunky girl and a power-hungry man. Really, I think everyone could find something to love in this novel.
This review first appeared at Orandi et Legendi (http://catholicamanda.com).
This however was fantastic. Action packed and all of the fight scenes are perfectly choreographed and readable. Character development is spot on and never gets in the way of the action.
Pacing is a bit rapid but the author provides plenty of detail to pull you into the scene.
The downside is that this is a fairly standard fantasy. Apparently this becomes a very interesting and unconventional world in the continuation novels in the series.
I do think something needs to be said of the world building here. For a non fantasy reader it was both fascinating and accessible as a reader.
Also…for variously reasons I didn’t fully enjoy the novel The Girl Who Drank the Moon. However, that novel had utterly beautiful prose.
This book is not on that level for prose, but the writing style is absolutely dead beautiful. I found a new favorite writer.
4 stars because this is a fairly standard fantasy. I may rate one of the sequel novels higher.
Strongly recommend for anyone age 13 up.
Content warning for sexual assault on minors.
Enjoy reading this if you do!
I never got too frustrated with stupid decisions by main characters or felt the tempo lagged. I would caution that there are 2 potential trigger scenes (one with Kerrigan and one with Mel) that I felt could’ve been left out and you’d still know the 2 guys were evil.
Overall, highly recommend for readers 17 yrs or older (mainly due to the 2 scenes) that enjoy “less heavy” fantasy worlds and stories.
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It’s quite difficult to summarise the plot(s) of this book because there’s a lot to it and I could be here all day but the basic premise is this; a young girl called Karigan who runs away from boarding school comes across a half dead Green Rider (an elite messenger of the King) in the forest. His dying words to Karigan are that his message is of life or death importance to the King and he asks her to deliver it for him but warns her of foes who are trying to stop it being delivered. In need of an adventure Karigan decides to deliver the message and the story goes on from there. She has to face many trials and comes across various other characters along the way, some nice, some not so nice! Karigan’s journey is woven in with magic and battles and she almost loses the message (and her life!) on a few occasions, all of which made for some edge of your seat reading. There are other characters who’s stories the book follows also, such as Karigan’s father searching for her and also Mirwell, the leader of the people who are trying to stop the message from being delivered. There are a couple of other sub plots too but those are the main three.
I highly recommend this to anyone who enjoys a good high fantasy adventure and there are four more books in this series so there’s a lot more for me to get my teeth into!
Wonderful characters, every person who gets more than one sentence in the the book comes vividly to life. The world, the characters, their actions are believable and form a consistent picture. It is a joy to read of the thoughts and exploits of the "good" and the "bad" gals / guys.
The downsides:
All the key scenes are milked for drama to the extreme. And by extreme I mean that they simply cannot have happened as they did, because the timing, "luck" and sudden insights involved are too extreme and way ridiculous. Expect this to happen every 20 pages or so, then slow down in the second half of the book (which makes that part pretty much the best read from the last 100 or so books I've read), only to come back with a vengeance in the final part of the book. The best explanation I have is that the author tried for maximum drama but overstretched things and ended up in the territory of unconvincing, botched. If she continues to do this in the other books of the series, it leaves me with two possible explanations: She truly has no skill for dramatic action scenes. Or, and this would be much worse in my opinion, she bases her plot on constant divine intervention, leaving it without inner logic to move it forward, and with no rythm and rhyme to the events. The only books I have read with less convincing key plot scenes completely driven by arbitrary divine intervention were the His Divine Devices triology (Golden Compass is the first of those three books, avoid them at all costs).
I am looking forward to the other books from the series and sincerely hope that the author has gotten some feedback helping her with her "dramatic" writing. Without that, this book would have achieved Lord of the Rings goodness.