Welcome to our stop on the The Black Key tour for Amy Ewing. This tour is hosted by Rockstar Book Tour.
The Black Key
The Lone City #3
Author: Amy Ewing
Reading Level: Young Adult
Released: October 4th 2016
For too long, Violet and the people of the outer circles of the Lone City have lived in service to the royalty of the Jewel. But now the secret society known as the Black Key is preparing to seize power.
And while Violet knows she is at the center of this rebellion, she has a more personal stake in it—her sister, Hazel, has been taken by the Duchess of the Lake. Now, after fighting so hard to escape the Jewel, Violet must do everything in her power to return to save not only Hazel, but the future of the Lone City.
It’s warm inside the greenhouse, the air thick with the scent of growing things, earth and roots and flowers. The rain patters gently as Raven and I wait.
At precisely five seconds past midnight, I can just make out hooded shapes hurrying across the courtyard. Then the door to the greenhouse opens and the group of girls we’ve been waiting for floods in.
“Violet!” some of them whisper, rushing over to greet me and Raven.
Amber Lockring strides forward, throwing back the hood of her cloak, her eyes gleaming. “Right on time,” she says with a grin.
“Five seconds late, actually,” Raven points out.
Amber wasn’t one of our friends here, though she lived on our floor. Raven confessed that Amber called me a freak on my first day at Southgate and Raven bent her arm behind her back until Amber said she was sorry. They had never liked each other after that. When we got the list of girls going to the Auction, Raven immediately chose Amber as the first one to reveal this secret to. When I asked why, she narrowed her eyes and said, “She hates the royalty just the way I did. And she was the only other girl in our dorm who wore pants.”
I had to smile at that. If they hadn’t hated each other so much, they might’ve been friends.
“You brought them?” I say.
Amber gestures proudly to the figures still huddled by the door, three girls with varying expressions of fear and suspicion on their faces. “Tawny, Ginger, and Henna. They’re the last ones. This is all of us going to the Auction.”
I do a quick head count. Only nine out of the seventy-seven girls at this year’s Auction are from Southgate. And they stand before me now.
“Did anyone see you?” Raven says.
Amber snorts. “No. Obviously. I have done this before, you know.”
“Great job,” I say.
“Ready?” Raven mutters.
I step forward.
It’s time to show these girls who they really are.