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This books (Saga Volume 1 (Saga (Comic Series)) [PDF]) Made by Brian K Vaughan About Books Saga To Download Please Click. Saga Volume 1 - [Free] Saga Volume 1 [PDF] [EPUB] -. SAGA VOLUME 1. Author : Sophia Decker. What Management Is Joan MagrettaI Am A Small Part Of The. Collects SAGA # From New York Times bestselling writer BRIAN This specially priced volume collects the first arc of the smash hit series The Onion A.V.
It had waged war against Miromara and losta century ago, and had simmered under the terms of the peace ever since. As you know, the Ondalinians broke the permutavi three months ago, Isabella said. Your uncle thinks Admiral K olnn did it because he wished to derail your betrothal to the Matalin crown prince and offer his daughter, Astrid, to the Matalis instead.
An alliance with Matali is every bit as valuable to them as it is to us. Serana was worried to hear of Ondalinas scheming, and she was surprisedand atteredthat her mother was discussing it with her. Maybe we should postpone the Dokim, she said.
You could call a Council of the Six Waters instead, to caution Ondalina. Emperor Bilaal is already here. Youd only have to summon the president of Atlantica, the elder of Qin, and the queen of the Freshwaters. Isabellas troubled expression changed to one of impatience, and Serana knew shed said the wrong thing. The Dokim cant be postponed. The stability of our realm depends upon it.
The moon is full and the tides are high. All preparations have been made. A delay could play right into Kolnns hands, Isabella said. Serana, desperate to see approval in her mothers eyes, tried again. What if we sent another regiment to the western border? I listened to this conch last night She quickly sorted through the shells on her oor. Here it is Discourses on Defense.
It says that a show of force alone can be enough to deter an enemy, and that Isabella cut her off. You cant learn to rule a realm by listening to conchs! But, Mom, a show of force worked with the Opafago in the Barrens.
You said so yourself ve minutes ago! Yes, it did, but that was an entirely different situation. Cerulea was not under the threat of raids then, so Merrow could afford to move her guerrieri out of the city to the Barrens.
As I hope you know by now, Sera, six regiments are currently garrisoned here in the capital. Weve already sent four to the western border with Desiderio. If we send another, we leave ourselves with only one. Yes, but What if the raiders whove been attacking our villages attack Cerulea instead and we have only one regiment of guerrieri left here to defend ourselves and the Matalis? But we have your personal guard, toothe Janiari, Serana said, her voicelike her hopes of impressing her mothergrowing fainter.
Isabella apped a hand at her. Another thousand soldiers at most. Not enough to mount an effective defense. Think, Serana, think. Ruling is like playing chess. Danger comes from many directions, from a pawn as well as a queen.
You must play the board, not the piece. Youre only hours away from being declared heiress to the Miromaran throne. You must learn to think! I am thinking! Gods, Mom! Why are you always so hard on me? Serana shouted. Because your enemies will be a thousand times harder! Isabella shouted back. Another painful silence fell between mother and daughter. It was broken by a frantic pounding. Isabella barked. The doors to Seranas room swung open. A page, one of Vallerios, swam inside.
He bowed to both mermaids, then addressed Isabella. My lord Vallerio sent me to fetch you to your staterooms, Your Grace. There are reports of a another raid. Isabellas hands clenched into sts. Tell your lord Ill be there momentarily.
The page bowed and left the room. Serana started toward her mother. Ill go with you, she said. Isabella shook her head. Ready yourself for tonight, she said tersely. It must go well. We desperately need this alliance with Matali.
Now more than ever. Mom, please But it was too late. Isabella had already swum out of Seras bedchamber. She was gone. Nearly every conversation with her mother ended in an awkward silence or heated words. She was used to it. But still, it hurt. A slender tentacle brushed Seras shoulder. Another curled around her neck. A third wound around her arm. S ylvestre, nely tuned to his mistresss every mood, had turned blue with worry.
She leaned her head against his. Im so nervous about the Dokim, Sylvestre, she said. My mother doesnt want to hear about it, but maybe Neela will. Ive got to talk to somebody. What if Altheia tears my head off?
What if I mess up my songspell? What if Mahdi doesnt Serana couldnt bear to voice that last thought. It scared her even more than the ordeal that lay ahead. Child, where are you? Your hairdresser is here! It was Tavia, her nurse, calling from her antechamber. Sylvestre shot off at the sound of her voice. There was no more time to fret. Sera had to go. She was expectedby Tavia, by the canta magus, by her entire court. She started toward the doors, then halted.
As soon as she opened them, she was no longer Serana. She was theirs. She hated the hot-spring atmosphere of her court.
She hated the whispers, the glances, the toadying smiles. At court, she must dress just so. Always swim gracefully. Never raise her voice. Smile and nod and talk about the tides, when shed much rather be riding Clio or exploring the ruins of the reggia, Merrows ancient palace. She hated the suffocating weight of expectation, the constant pressure to be perfectand the pointed looks and barbed comments when she was not.
Two minutes, she whispered. With a ick of her tail, she rushed to the opposite end of her bedroom. She pushed open a pair of glass doors and swam onto her balcony, startling two small sea robins resting on its rail. Beyond the balcony was the royal city. Cerulea, broad and sprawling, had grown through the centuries from the rst mer settlement into the center of mer culture that it was today.
Ancient and magnicent, it had been built from blue quartz mined deep under the seabed. At this time of day, the suns rays penetrated the Devils Tail, a protective thorn thicket that oated above it, and struck the rooftops, making them sparkle.
The original palace had been built in the center of Cerulea. Its roof had collapsed several centuries ago and a new palace had been built high on a seamounta baroque construction of coral, quartz, and mother-of-pearlfor the royal family and its. The ruins of the reggia still lay preserved within the city, a reminder of the past. Seranas eyes traveled over Ceruleas winding streets to the spires of the Kolegiowith its black-robed professors and enormous Ostrokon, to the Golden Fathomwhere tall town houses, fashionable restaurants, and expensive shops were located.
And then farther still, out past the city walls to the Kolisseo, where the royal ag of Miromaraa branch of red coral against a white background, and that of Matalia dragon rampant holding a silver-blue egg were ying.
The Kolisseo was where, in just a few hours, Sera would undergo her Dokim in front of the court, the Matali royals, the mer of Miromara Two years had passed since shed last seen him. She closed her eyes now and pictured his face: When they were older, they would marry each other. Tonight, they would be betrothed. It was a ridiculous custom, but Serana was glad hed be the one. She could still hear the last words hed spoken to her, right before hed returned to Matali. My choice, hed whispered, taking her hand.
Not theirs. Serana opened her eyes. Their green depths were clouded with worry. Shed had private conchs from him when he rst returned home, carried by a trusted messenger. Every time one arrived, she would rush to her room and hold the shell to her ear, hungry for the sound of his voice. But after a year had passed,. In them, Mahdis voice sounded stilted and formal. At about the same time, Serana started to hear things about him. Hed become a party boy, some said.
He stayed out shoaling until all hours. Swam with a fast crowd. Spent a fortune on mounts for caballabong, a game much like the goggs polo. She wasnt sure she should believe the stories, but what if they were true? What if hed changed? Serana, you must come out now! Thalassa is due at any moment and you know she doesnt like to be kept waiting! Tavia shouted. Coming, Tavia! Serana called, swimming back into her bedroom. Great Goddess Neria, I said Im coming!
Daughter of Merrow, chosen one Serana stopped dead. That wasnt Tavias voice.
It wasnt coming from the other side of the doors. It was right behind her. Whos there? The end begins, your time has come Giovanna, is that you? But no one answered her. Because no one was there. A sudden, darting movement to her left caught her eye.
She gasped, then laughed with relief. It was only her looking glass. A vitrina was walking around inside it. Her mirror was tall and very old. Worms had eaten holes. It had been salvaged from a terragogg shipwreck. Ghosts lived inside itvitrinasouls of the beautiful, vain humans whod spent too much time gazing into it.
The mirror had captured them. Their bodies had withered and died, but their spirits livedon, trapped behind the glass forever. A countess lived inside Seranas mirror, as did a handsome young duke, three courtesans, an actor, and an archbishop. They often spoke to her.
It was the countess whom shed just seen moving about. Serana rapped on the frame. The countess lifted her voluminous skirts and ran to her, stopping only inches from the glass. She wore a tall, elaborately styled white wig. Her face was powdered, her lips rouged. She looked frightened. Someone is in here with us, Principessa, she whispered, looking over her shoulder. Someone who doesnt belong. They saw it at the same timea gure in the distance, still and dark.
Serana had heard that mirrors were doorways in the water and that one could open them if one knew how. Only the most powerful mages could move through their liquid- silver world, though.
Serana didnt know anyone who ever had. Not even Thalassa. As she and the countess watched, the gure started moving toward them. That is no vitrina, the countess hissed.
If it got in, it can get out. Get away from the glass! As the gure drew closer, Serna saw that it was a river mermaid, her tail mottled in shades of brown and gray. She wore a cloak of black osprey feathers. Its collar, made of twining. Her hair was gray, her eyes piercing. She was chanting. The sands run out, our spell unwinds, Inch by inch, our chant unbinds Serana knew the voice. Shed heard it in her nightmare. It belonged to the river witch, Baba Vra ja.
The countess had warned Serana to move away, but she couldnt. It was as if she was frozen in place, her face only inches from the glass. Vra ja beckoned to her. Come, child, she said. Serana raised her hand slowly, as if in a trance. She was about to touch the mirror when Vra ja suddenly stopped chanting.
She turned to look at somethingsomething Serana couldnt see. Her eyes lled with fear. Her body twisted, then shattered. A hundred eels writhed where she had been, then they dove into the liquid silver. Seconds later, a terragogg walked into the frame, sending ripples through the silver. He was dressed in a black suit. His hair, so blond it was almost white, was cut close to his head. He stood sideways, gazing at the last of the eels as they disappeared. One was slower than the rest.
The man snatched it up and bit into it. The creature writhed in agony. Its blood dripped down his chin. He swallowed the eel, then turned to face the glass. Seranas hands came to her mouth. The mans eyes were completely black.
There was no iris, no white, just darkness. He walked up to the glass and thrust a hand through it. Sera screamed. She swam backward, crashed into a chair, and fell to the oor. The mans arm emerged, then his shoulder. Whats wrong? Im coming in! The man glared hatefully in her direction.
A second later, he was gone. What happened, child? Are you all right? Tavia asked.
Serana, shaking, got up off the oor. II saw something in the mirror. It frightened me and I fell, she said. Tavia, who had the legs and torso of a blue crab, scuttled over to the mirror. Serana could see that it was empty now. There was no river witch inside it. No terragogg in black. All she saw was her nurses reection. Pesky vitrina. You probably havent been paying them enough attention. They get peevish if you dont fawn over them enough, Tavia said.
But these were different. They were Tavia turned to her. Yes, child? A scary witch from a nightmare and a terragogg with freaky black eyes, she was about to say.
Until she realized it sounded insane. Ive never seen them before. That happens sometimes. Most vitrina are right in your face, but occasionally you come across a shy one, Tavia said. She rapped loudly on the glass.
You quiet down in there, you hear? Or Ill put this glass in a closet! She pulled a sea-silk throw off a chair and draped it over the mirror. That will scare them. Vitrina hate closets. Theres no one in there to tell them how pretty they are. Tavia righted the chair Serana had knocked over, then chided her for taking so long to join her court. Your breakfast is here. So is the dressmaker. You must come along now!
Serana cast a last glance at her mirror, questioning herself already. Vra ja wasnt real. She was of the Iele, and the Iele lived only in stories. And that hand coming through the glass? That was simply a trick of the light, a hallucination caused by lack of sleep and nerves over her Dokim.
Hadnt her mother said that nerves were her foe? Serana, I am not calling you again! Tavia scolded. The princess lifted her head, swam through the doors to her antechamber, and joined her court. Deep in the ocean, in a world not so different from our own, live the merpeople. Their communities are spread throughout the oceans, seas, and freshwaters all over the globe. When Serafina, a mermaid of the Mediterranean Sea, awakens on the morning of her betrothal, her biggest worry should be winning the love of handsome Prince Mahdi.
And yet Sera finds herself haunted by strange dreams that foretell the return of an ancient evil. Her dark premonitions are confirmed when an assassin's arrow poisons Sera's mother. Now, Serafina must embark on a quest to find the assassin's master and prevent a war between the Mer nations. Led only by her shadowy dreams, Sera searches for five other mermaid heroines who are scattered across the six seas.
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