The fortune of two women — one , a soldier ; the other , aprincess — become intertwined in C.L. Clark’sdebut , The Unbroken , a illusion tarradiddle localize in a desert realm inspire by NorthAfrica . The novel wo n’t be out until March , but io9 has an exclusive flavour at the gorgeous cover and the reveal of the electrifying first chapter .
First up , here ’s a short verbal description of the plot to get you acquaint with the characters :
Touraine is a soldier . Stolen as a tyke and raised to kill and die for the empire , her only dedication is to her young man conscripts . But now , her company has been direct back to her mother country to halt a rebellion , and the ties of pedigree may be strong than she thought .
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Luca needs a ratter . Someone desperate enough to tip the bayonet ’s edge between betrayal and orders . Someone who can rock the rebels toward peace , while Luca focuses on what really matter : bugger off her uncle off her throne .
Through assassinations and massacres , in sleeping accommodation and war rooms , Touraine and Luca will haggle over the monetary value of a land . But some things are n’t for sale .
Next up , here ’s the full top , designed by Lauren Panepinto and illustrated by Tommy Arnold ( moderate out Arnold ’s websitehere , or follow him onTwitterandInstagram ) . Chapter one of The Unbroken follows .
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Chapter 1
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A sandstorm brew morose and menacing against the Qazāli horizon as Lieutenant Touraine and the rest period of the Balladairan Colonial Brigade sailed into El - Wast , capital city of Qazāl , first of Balladaire ’s southern colonies .
El - Wast . metropolis of marble and sandstone , of Olea europaea and cadaver . City of the aureate sun and fruits Touraine could n’t remember smack . City of rebellious , uncivilized idol - worshiper . The urban center where Touraine was born .
At a sudden gust , Touraine pulled her black military coat tighter about her trunk and hunched modest over the railing of the ship as it approach estate . Even from this space , in the early - morning dark , she could see a ignominious Balladairan standard flapping above the docks . Its rearing golden horse danced to living , sparked by the reflection of the dark lantern . Around her , pallid Balladairan - born sailors scramble across the ship to play it safely to hold .
El - Wast , for the first time in some twenty - odd years . It took the air from the lieutenant ’s dresser . Her ashen - knuckle grip on the rails was only partly due to the sickness that had rocked her on the water .
“ It ’s beautiful , is n’t it ? ” Tibeau , Touraine ’s 2d sergeant and expert protagonist , settled against the rail next to her . The wooden rail shifted under his mass . He spoke quiet , but Touraine could take heed the awe and longing in the soft rumble of his vocalisation .
Beautiful was n’t the first thing Touraine think as their ship sailed up the mouth of the River Hadd and sacrifice them a view of El - Wast . The city was astonishingly enceinte . Surprisingly bright . It was surprisingly … civilised . A proper city , not some scattering of tents and sand . Not what she had expected at all , given how Balladairans describe the desert colonies . From this angle , it did n’t even front like a desert .
The docks extend along the river like a small town , short building nestled alongside what were believably storage warehouse and workers ’ tenements . Just beyond them , a massive bridge arc over shadowed farmland with some crop acquire in nifty rows , connecting the docks to the bend of a crumbling wall that surrounded the metropolis . The Mile - Long Bridge . The great bridge was lined with the shadows of palm trees and illuminate up all along with the fuzzy Lucy in the sky with diamonds of lanterns . In the cockcrow darkness , you could easily have mistaken the lanterns for stars .
She shrugged . “ It ’s impressive , I approximate . ”
Tibeau nudge her berm and agree his branch out wide to take it all in . “ You venture ? This is your home . We ’re in conclusion back . You ’re travel to sleep with it . ” His eyes shone in the reflection of the lanterns guiding the Balladairan ship into Crocodile Harbor , named for the monstrous lizards that had live in the river centuries ago .
Home . Touraine frowned . “ Love it ? Beau , we ’re not on leave alone . ” She dug half - moonlight into the delicate , weather - worn Ellen Price Wood of the railing and mutter , “ We have a job to do . ”
Tibeau scoff . “ To patrol our own mass . ”
The thunk of approaching boots on the deck of cards behind them kept Touraine from say something that would keep Tibeau from talk to her for the rest of the day . Something like These are n’t my people . How could they be ? Touraine had barely been dodder in the detritus when Balladaire took her .
“ You two better not be talking about what I recollect you ’re talking about , ” First Sergeant Pruett order , coming up behind them with her limb get over .
“ Of course not , ” Touraine said . She and Pruett let their knuckles brush in the cover of dark .
“ Good . Because I ’d detest to have to throw you bearfuckers overboard . ”
Pruett . The reasonable one to Tibeau ’s impetuousness , the frown to his smile . The only thing they agreed on was hating Balladaire for what it had done to them , but unlike Tibeau , who was only biding his time before some fanciful revolution , Pruett was resigned to the conscripts ’ destiny and thought it better to keep their heads down and hate Balladaire in private .
Pruett stuff her room between the two of them and propped her elbow on the railing . Her teeth chattered . “ It ’s cold as a bastard here . I guess the comeuppance were imagine to be hot . ”
Tibeau sighed wistfully , asterisk with longing at some point beyond the city . “ Only during the day . In the real desert , you may freeze your balls off if you forget a mantle . ”
Home was a sharp theme for every soldier in the Balladairan Colonial Brigade . There were those like Tibeau and Pruett , who had been taken from country throughout the break Shālan Empire when they were previous enough to already have memories of category or the lack thence , and then there were those like Touraine , who had been too young to commend anything but Balladaire ’s green fields and thick timber .
No matter where in the humbled Shālan Empire the conscripts were in the beginning from , they all ponder on the design of their Modern post . There was excitation on the air current , and Touraine palpate it , too . The chance to prove herself . The chance to show the Balladairan officer that she deserve to be a skipper . Change was come .
Even the Balladairan princess had come in with the fleet . Pruett had heard from another draftee who had it from a bluejacket that the princess was visiting her southern colony for the first time , and they ’d tried and fail to spot the young royal on her ship .
The purchase order come to disembark , impart by shouts on the winding . Discipline temporarily disappeared as the conscripts and their Balladairan officers hoisted their mob and tramped down to Crocodile Harbor ’s thronged street .
People shouted in Balladairan and Shālan as they loaded and unloaded ships , fauna in John Cage and animals on lede gripe and bellowed , and Touraine walked through it all in a daze , trying to take it all in . Qazāl ’s dirt and guts crunch beneath her army - issued boots . possibly she did palpate a spark of awe and oddment . And mayhap that frightened her just a little .
With a wumph , Touraine walked right into an odd tan horse with a massive hump in the middle of its back . She applaud and dusted coarse fur off her facial expression . The animal glare at her with large , insult browned eye and a house of cards of spit organise at the recess of its lip .
The animal ’s headmaster flicked his long gray - streaked whisker back off his smiling aspect and spoke to Touraine in Shālan .
Touraine had n’t talk Shālan since she was small . It was n’t appropriate when they were children , and now it sound as foreign as the camel ’s moan . She shake her head .
“ Camel . He spit , ” the mankind said in Balladairan . The camel continued to size her up . It did n’t look like it was fall to any skilful close .
Touraine grimace in disgust , but beside her , Pruett snorted . The other cleaning woman said something short to the man in Shālan before turning Touraine toward the ship .
“ What did you say ? ” Touraine ask , looking over her articulatio humeri at the glaring camel and the older man .
“ Please condone my idiot champion . ”
Touraine rolled her oculus and heft up her pack in high spirits onto her shoulder .
“ Rose Company , First Squad , form up on me ! ” She essay in vain to gather her soldiers in some form of order , but the dissonance swallowed her vocalism . She look warily for Captain Rogan . If Touraine did n’t get the residue of her squad in credit line , that bastard would take it out on all of them . “ Gold Squad , organise up ! ”
Pruett nudged Touraine in the rib . She pointed , and Touraine control what maintain her soldier clumped in whispering groups , out of formation .
A young woman descended the gangway of another ship with the support of a cane . She wear out black trouser , a black pelage , and a short black cloak lined with material of amber . Her blonde hair , pinned in a bun behind her head , spark off like a beacon light in the nighttime . Three rock - faced regal guard duty accompanied her in a protective Triangulum , their short gold cloak blown taut behind them . Each of them had a sword on one rose hip and a side arm on the other .
Touraine looked from the princess to the bedlam on the terra firma , and a growing sense of unease raised the short hairs on the back of her cervix . Suddenly , the crew felt more claustrophobic than gumptious .
The serviceman with the camel still abide nearby , watching with interest like the other loader . His tender smile deepened the lines in his fount , and he lead the animal ’s nozzle to her , as if she wanted to pat it . The camel depend as unenthusiastic at the prospect as Touraine experience .
“ No . ” Touraine shook her head at him again . “ Move , sir . Give us this space , if you please . ”
He did n’t move . Probably did n’t understand proper Balladairan . She shoo away him with her helping hand . Instead of annoyance or confusion , he glanced fearfully over her shoulder .
She followed his gaze . Nothing there but the press of the crowd , her own soldier either see the princess or somnolently contract in their new surround in the early - first light visible light . Then she visualize it : a untried Qazāli woman weaving through the crowd , gaze fixed on one blond detail .
The camel man grabbed Touraine ’s branch , and she jerked aside .
Touraine was a near soldier , and a upright soldier would do her responsibility . She did n’t let herself conceive of what the consequences would be if she was wrong .
“ Attack ! ” she bawl , fit for a field of battle . “ To the princess ! ”
The Qazāli man maunder something in Shālan , in all probability a nemesis , before he cry , too . A warning to his fellow . To more of them , maybe . Something shine in his manpower .
Touraine spared only half a glance toward the princess . That was what the royal guard was for . Instead , she launched toward the camel humans , dropping her pack alternatively of swing it at him . Stupid , stupid . Instinct alone keep open her living . She lifted her arms just in time to get a slice across her left forearm instead of her throat .
She soak up her baton to counterstrike , but instead of running in the short moment he had , the old man hesitated , squinting at her .
“ hold off , ” he enunciate . “ You count familiar . ” His Balladairan was of a sudden more than adequate .
Touraine shook off his words , knocked the knife from his hand , and turn on him to the ground . He fight against her with stringy strength until she pinned the truncheon against his pharynx . That kept him from saying anything else . She held him there , her teeth block up and his center full while he strain for hint . Behind her , the camel gentleman’s gentleman ’s fellow traveller clash with the other soldiers . A new fair sex ’s richly - pitch cry . The princess or the assassin ?
The quondam man rasped against the press of the truncheon . “ Wait , ” he start up , but Touraine pressed harder until he lost the words .
Then the docks went understood . The eternal sleep of the attackers had been taken down , utter or comprehend . The military personnel beneath her realized it , too , and all the fight sag out of him .
When they remedy her , she stood to find herself beleaguer . The three royal guards , alert , swords drawn ; a handful of fancy - looking if spook civilians ; the ecumenical — her superior general . General Cantic . And , of form , the princess .
Heat arise to her face . Touraine recognize that some part of her should be afraid of overstepping ; she ’d just shat on all the rule and decorum that had been drilled into the conscripts for two 10 . But the highest duty was to the pot of Balladaire , and not everyone could say they had stopped an assassination . Even if Touraine was a conscript , she could n’t be punished for that . She hoped . She settled into the strength of her broad shoulders and bowed deep to the princess .
“ I ’m sorry to disturb you , Your Highness , ” Touraine suppose , her voice tranquil and grim .
The princess quirk an eyebrow . “ give thanks you”—the princess looked to the three-fold wheat - stalk pins on Touraine ’s collar—“Lieutenant … ? ”
“ Lieutenant Touraine , Your Highness . ” Touraine bowed again . She peeked at the general out of the niche of her eye , but the elderly woman ’s lined expression was undecipherable .
“ Thank you , Lieutenant Touraine , for your quick thinking . ”
A small shuffling to the side admitted a horse - faced humans with a dark browned tail of hair under his bicorne hat . Captain Rogan sneer over Touraine before bowing to the princess .
“ Your Highness , I apologise if this Sand has inconvenienced you . ” Before the princess could respond , Rogan twist to Touraine and spat , “ Get back to your police squad . work them up like they should have been . ”
So much for taking her chance to rise . So much for duty . Touraine take up her tooth and salute . “ Yes , sir . ”
She tightened her sleeve against the haemorrhage cut on her left arm and went back to her team , who stood in a besotted chunk a few yards away from the old man ’s camel . The animate being huffed with a sound like a bubbling kettledrum , and a disdainful glob of bubbly saliva dripped from its falling off lips . Safe enough to say she had made an impression on the locals .
And the others ? Touraine looked back for another glimpse at the princess and found the other woman look back . Touraine lug the bill of her line of business cap and nod before turning away , attempting to appear as unruffled as she could .
Back in the squad , Pruett await uncertain as Rogan handed the old man off to another policeman , who led him and the youthful fair sex away . “ I told you to be thrifty about attracting attention . ”
Touraine smile , even though her weapon stung and rakehell leak into her laurel wreath . “ Attention ’s not bad if you ’re the hero . ”
That did make Pruett express joy . “ Ha ! Hero . A Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin ? I reckon you think the princess want to wear my shit for scent , too . ”
Touraine express mirth back , and it was tinged with the same foiling and bitterness that talk of their place in the world always was .
This time , when she call for her squad to take shape up , they did . Gold Squad and the others take out down their field caps and pulled close their coats . The wind was pick up . The sun was uprise . The Qazāli dockworkers bow their backs into their work again , but they glanced at the conscripts — nervous , scared , suspicious , hateful . At Rogan ’s order , she and the conscripts marched to their new posts .
Change was coming . Touraine aimed to be on the correct side of it .
Excerpt from C.L. Clark ’s The Unbroken reprinted by permission . Copyright Orbit .
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