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Circle of Magic by Tamora Pierce

Daja's Book

Scholastic Canada Ltd.
152 pages
Ages 10-15

The Story -

When Daja was cast out of the Trader community, she made her own family with her fellow mages-in-training. But when danger faces the Traders, it is up to Daja to save the people who turned her away.

Book 3 : Daja's Book - An Excerpt

Sunset blazed above Gold Ridge Valley in north Emelan, throwing shadows over a company of mounted riders. At the head of their train a banner-man carried the personal flag of Duke Vedris IV, ruler of Emelan. The duke himself rode behind the flag, surrounded and followed by his staff, guards, and friends. Smoke drifted through the air in veils, stinging everyone's eyes. They had been riding through it for two days, watching it stretch over pastures and fields. Now at last, as the company entered the forests that filled the northern half of the valley, they began to rise above the thick air.

At the very rear of their column rode three girls and a boy, all mounted on sturdy ponies. With one of the adults, a woman in a dark green habit, stopped and dismounted from her horse, they also drew their ponies to a halt and watched her. She climbed out of the sunken road and walked several yards under the ancient trees. A big dog with curly white fur who trotted beside the four detached himself from their group and followed.

"Little Bear!" called Daja Kisubo, a tall, broad-shouldered black girl. "Let Rosethorn alone. Come back here."

The dog Little Bear Obeyed. When he reached the closest rider - Daja's plump, redheaded friend Tris - he sat, stirring the road's dust with his plumed tail.

"Rosethorn?" asked Briar, the boy. "Is everything all right?"

"Just stay put," ordered Rosethorn. She picked up a sturdy branch and began to dig in the heavy litter of tree leaves and decaying wood underfoot. "I'll be there in a moment."

"That's not what I asked," Briar muttered to the girls out of the corner of her mouth. "I asked if everything was alright."

Daja turned her mount. From this small rise she could look through a gap in the trees.

"Daja? Are you all right?" The voice belonged to the third girl in their party, Sandry. Everything about her, from her pony to her clothes, spoke of wealth that the other three girls did not have. When she turned her mount to see what had caught Daja's eye, Briar and Tris did the same.

In the distance, where ridges of open pastures faded into the base of the southern and western mountains, long bands of sullen orange fire shone. Daja shook her head, making her eleven short braids flap. "It's like something from a nightmare," she replied. "It looks like what the Traders call pijule fakol."

From Circle of Magic #3: Daja's Book, copyright © 1998 by Tamora Pierce.

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