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The Gilded Cage (The Prison Healer, 2) Hardcover – October 12, 2021
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Kiva trades one cage for another when she leaves behind a deadly prison for a deceptive palace in this dark and dangerous sequel to The Prison Healer, which Sarah J. Maas called "a must-read."
Kiva Meridan is a survivor.
She survived not only Zalindov prison, but also the deadly Trial by Ordeal. Now Kiva’s purpose goes beyond survival to vengeance. For the past ten years, her only goal was to reunite with her family and destroy the people responsible for ruining their lives. But now that she has escaped Zalindov, her mission has become more complicated than ever.
As Kiva settles into her new life in the capital, she discovers she wasn’t the only one who suffered while she was in Zalindov—her siblings and their beliefs have changed too. Soon it’s not just her enemies she’s keeping secrets from, but her own family as well.
Outside the city walls, tensions are brewing from the rebels, along with whispers of a growing threat from the northern kingdoms. Kiva’s allegiances are more important than ever, but she’s beginning to question where they truly lie. To survive this time, she’ll have to navigate a complicated web of lies before both sides of the battle turn against her and she loses everything.
- Reading age12 years and up
- Print length448 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- Grade level7 - 9
- Dimensions6 x 1.41 x 9 inches
- PublisherClarion Books
- Publication dateOctober 12, 2021
- ISBN-100358434599
- ISBN-13978-0358434597
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Praise for The Gilded Cage: "This captivating sequel to Lynette Noni's The Prison Healer delivers political intrigue, a slow-burn romance and family drama.... The Gilded Cage is part fantasy, part romance and part family drama, with meticulous storytelling. Noni takes her time setting up each moment, then hits readers with perfectly timed, tension-heightening scenes" — Shelf Awareness "A fantastic follow up to The Prison Healer." — Bookstacked "The Gilded Cage is a fast and engrossing read that old and new fans of Noni’s writing will likely gobble up." — Cracking the Cover Praise for The Prison Healer: “Lynette Noni is a masterful storyteller. A must-read for any fantasy lover!” — Sarah J. Maas, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author “Lynette Noni's talent and heart shine in The Prison Healer" — Terry Brooks, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Shannara Chronicles Praise for Lynette Noni: “Let me say right up front that Lynette Noni is a very talented writer. Her books tell stories that draw you in and refuse to let go. Her characters are memorable and quick to surprise. I cannot wait to see what she will do next." —Terry Brooks, author, The Shannara Chronicles "Lynette Noni is a masterful storyteller. Her characters steal into your heart and won't let go!" —Maria V. Snyder, author, the Poison Study series “Lynette Noni’s compelling stories keep readers turning pages to the very end.’’ —Juliet Marillier, author, the Sevenwaters series “When Lynette Noni opens the door to another world, don’t hesitate: jump in and enjoy.’’ —Trudi Canavan, author, The Black Magician trilogy —
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Chapter One
The man was dead.
Kiva Meridan—known to a select few as Kiva Corentine—stared down at the body, noting his sunken cheeks and ashen skin. Given his state of bloating, he’d likely passed into the everworld three or four days ago. Long enough for the scent of death to emanate from him, even if he was yet to show physical signs of decomposition.
“Middle-aged male, average height and build, pulled out of the Serin River early this morning,” Healer Maddis said, her crisp voice enunciating every word perfectly. “Who can speculate as to the cause of death?”
Kiva kept her mouth shut, fully aware that she’d been granted entrance into the sterile examination room as an observer only.
“No one?” Healer Maddis prompted her students, all of whom were crowded around the body resting on a metal slab in the center of the small space. “Novice Waldon?”
A young man wearing large spectacles blinked owlishly and answered, “Uh, he drowned?”
“Marvelous deductive reasoning,” Maddis said dryly, before turning to the student beside him. “Novice Quinn?”
The young woman hunched in on herself, her voice barely a whisper as she said, “Maybe a heart attack? Or—Or a stroke?”
Healer Maddis tapped a fingernail against her lips. “Perhaps. Anyone else?”
Kiva shifted on her feet, catching the healer’s attention.
“What about our visitor?” Maddis asked, drawing all eyes to Kiva. “Miss Meridan, isn’t it?”
Seeing the open, inviting challenge in the elderly healer’s gaze, Kiva shook off her trepidation and stepped closer to the corpse, picking up his limp hand to reveal the smudges beneath his nails.
“This discoloration indicates he was suffering from an immune disorder, most likely syphinus or cretamot,” Kiva said, having diagnosed similar cases in the past. “If left untreated, both can lead to the rapid swelling of blood vessels.” She glanced toward the two novices who had been called upon. “Waldon and Quinn are both right—he most likely had a heart attack or a stroke, caused by his underlying medical condition, then fell into the river to drown.” She released the man’s hand. “But only a full examination will be able to say for sure.”
An approving smile stretched across the Matron Healer’s dark, wrinkled face. “Well spotted.” She then launched into a lecture about common immune disorders, but Kiva was only half listening, still marveling over where she stood.
Silverthorn Academy—the most renowned healing academy in all of Evalon. Some would argue in all of Wenderall.
When Kiva was a child, her father had spoken often about Silverthorn. Having grown up in the city of Fellarion, he’d used any excuse to visit Vallenia and sneak into the academy’s classes. His greatest regret was that he’d never relocated to study on campus full-time, instead accepting an apprenticeship from a master healer nearer to his home—an honored position, but one that paled in comparison to being a Silverthorn student.
Faran had made it his life’s purpose to help people, something Kiva had inherited to the point that, even when she’d been locked away in a nightmare, she’d still used everything he’d taught her to make the lives of others better.
A shadowy feeling overtook Kiva as she thought of the long years that were now behind her. A decade of her life spent behind thick limestone walls and impenetrable iron gates.
Zalindov prison.
It was a death sentence for most, but Kiva had survived.
And now she was here, standing at the heart of her father’s dream, when she should have been somewhere else. Anywhere else.
There was no excuse for her actions today. But when the opportunity to visit Silverthorn had presented itself, she hadn’t been able to say no, even knowing that her own desires should have been at the bottom of her priorities.
It had been six weeks since Kiva had escaped Zalindov. Six weeks since she’d discovered that the crown prince had helped keep her alive through the deadly Trial by Ordeal, a set of four elemental challenges she’d undertaken in order to save the life of the Rebel Queen, Tilda Corentine.
Kiva’s mother.
Her efforts had been in vain, with a violent prison riot ending Tilda’s life. But even in death, her purpose remained, inherited by Kiva and her two older siblings. Together, the three of them would seek vengeance for what had been stolen generations ago; together, they would reclaim Evalon’s throne for the Corentine bloodline.
The problem was, Kiva had no idea how to find her brother and sister. The only hint she had was a coded note she’d received before leaving Zalindov, containing a single word: Oakhollow.
The village was barely half an hour’s ride away from Vallenia, but Kiva hadn’t had a spare moment to explore since arriving in the city two days ago, having spent the previous weeks holed up in the Tanestra Mountains waiting for the spring thaws. The first chance she’d had to sneak away was today. But instead of using the opportunity to seek out her long-lost siblings, she was indulging in her own dreams.
Tilda Corentine would have been livid.
Faran Meridan would have been delighted.
Kiva chose to side with her father, deciding that her mother’s mission could wait another day.
Guilt had simmered within her when she’d made her choice that morning, but a knot of anxiety had also eased in her stomach. She had no reason to be nervous about a reunion with her siblings, and yet . . . ten years was a long time. Kiva wasn’t the same carefree child anymore, and she could only assume the same must be true for them. Too much had happened—to them all.
And then there was what the three of them intended to do . . .
The sound of chiming bells interrupted her thoughts, the noise making her jump, a lingering effect of the years she’d spent listening for the smallest of sounds that could herald her death. But she was no longer in Zalindov, the peaceful chimes merely echoing through the walls of the sterile examination room to signal the end of class.
The students, all clad in pristine white robes, scrambled to finish writing their lesson notes as Healer Maddis dismissed them.
“And remember,” she called as they started toward the door, “for those heading to the festival this weekend, there will be no mercy come Monday should you partake of excessive libations. Consider yourselves warned.”
There was a twinkle in her gray eyes as she uttered her half-hearted threat, with some of the braver students grinning in response as they headed out the door, Kiva following in their footsteps.
“Miss Meridan, a word?”
Kiva halted at the threshold of the small examination room. “Yes, Matron Healer?” she asked, using the honorific owed to the woman, not only because of her age and experience, but because she was the head of Silverthorn Academy.
“Few people would have noted the discolored nailbeds as quickly as you did,” Maddis said, covering the deceased man with a sheet. “And even fewer without proper training.” She looked up, their eyes meeting. “You impressed me.”
Kiva squirmed and mumbled, “Thank you.”
“Faran Meridan once impressed me, too.”
Kiva stopped squirming in an instant.
Healer Maddis’s wrinkles deepened as she smiled. “I knew whose daughter you were the moment you walked through the door.”
Unsure whether she should flee or wait to see what the healer said next, the choice was taken from Kiva when Maddis asked, “How is your father? Still saving the world, one patient at a time?”
A million responses came to Kiva’s mind, but she settled on simply saying, “He died. Nine years ago.”
Maddis’s face fell. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”
Kiva only nodded, seeing no reason to reveal how he had died. Or where.
The Matron Healer cleared her throat. “Your father was my best student—ignoring the fact that he wasn’t a Silverthorn student at all. Young Faran Meridan was always sneaking into my classes, acting like an innocent novice.” Maddis huffed with amusement. “He showed enough promise that I never reported him to the Matron Healer at the time, knowing he’d be banned from the grounds. Someone with such natural, intuitive talent deserved the chance to hone his skills. I believed that then.” She paused. “And I believe it now.”
The look Maddis sent Kiva caused her breath to catch.
“Faran’s death is devastating, but I’m thrilled to learn his passion was passed on,” the healer said. “Should you wish it, you would be welcome to study here at Silverthorn. No sneaking in necessary.”
Kiva’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Studying at Silverthorn would be a dream come true. The things she would learn . . . Tears welled in her eyes at the very thought.
And they welled even more because she knew she couldn’t accept.
Mother is dead.
I’m on my way to Vallenia.
It’s time to reclaim our kingdom.
Kiva had written those words to her brother and sister upon leaving Zalindov, and she had to see them through, denying her own ambitions in order to put her family first.
“Think on it,” Healer Maddis said, when Kiva remained quiet. “Take however long you need. The offer will remain open.”
Blinking back more tears, Kiva prepared to utter a polite refusal. But when she finally spoke, what she said was, “I’ll consider it.”
Despite her words, Kiva knew Silverthorn wasn’t in her future. As soon as Maddis learned where she’d practiced her skills for the last decade, the invitation would be withdrawn. All Kiva had to do was raise her sleeve and uncover the Z scar on her hand.
But she couldn’t do it. Couldn’t sabotage herself with such finality. Instead, she uttered a quiet farewell and stepped out of the examination room into the sterile hallway beyond.
Mind reeling, Kiva paid little attention as she walked down the long corridor, passing white-robed healers and students, along with a mixture of plain-clothed visitors and patients. She’d already had a tour of the campus earlier that day, learning that there were three large infirmaries—one for psychological trauma and healing, one for long-term patient care and rehabilitation, and this one, which was for diagnosing and treating physical ailments specific to illnesses and injuries. There were also a handful of smaller buildings dotted across the campus, like the apothecaries’ workshop, the quarantine block, the morgue, and the healer residences. Only the main infirmaries were accessible to the public, all connected by outdoor pathways with arched stone sides offering views of the gardens at the center of the grounds. The Silverthorn Sanctuary, as those gardens were known—a place where patients and healers could retreat and relax, enjoying the tranquility of the bubbling brook and aromatic wildflowers all from atop a hill that overlooked the city, straight down to where the meandering Serin River met the Tetran Sea.
It was to the sanctuary that Kiva headed once she left the largest of the infirmaries, walking along the stone path a short way before stepping off it, her sandals sinking into the lush grass, the late afternoon sunshine warming the chill from her bones. She kept moving aimlessly until she reached a small footbridge affording safe passage over the trickling stream, pausing to lean on the wooden railing in an attempt to gather her thoughts.
“Uh-oh, you’re wearing your serious face.”
Kiva stilled at the familiar voice, ignoring how it made her feel—all that it made her feel. She braced herself and turned to see the approaching figure just as he came close enough to stop beside her.
Jaren Vallentis—or Prince Deverick, as most of the world knew him. Her fellow escaped inmate, her traveling companion, her once-friend—and once-potentially-more-than-that—and her family’s sworn enemy.
Her sworn enemy.
“This is my normal face,” Kiva said, struggling not to stare. His deep blue shirt with gold embroidery along the collar looked far too good on him, as did his tailored black jacket and pants. It took a supreme effort of will for her to cast her gaze away.
“Yes, and it’s much too serious,” Jaren stated, reaching out to tuck a strand of dark, windswept hair behind her ear.
Kiva’s stomach gave a traitorous leap, and she frowned inwardly at herself. Casual affection from Jaren wasn’t uncommon. Even when they’d been in Zalindov together, he’d been overly friendly toward her. Since they’d escaped, Kiva had sought to keep him at arm’s length, but her will was beginning to crumble. It was as if he’d been born for the sole purpose of tempting her, of distracting her from her task.
And that was unacceptable.
“Did you have a good day?” he asked, his unique blue-gold eyes capturing hers.
Kiva smoothed her outfit—a simple green dress paired with a thin white cardigan—and weighed her response. Jaren was the reason she was even at Silverthorn; he’d called in a favor, resulting in her being awakened at dawn and bustled out of the River Palace for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to spend a day at the best healing academy in the kingdom.
There were so many reasons for Kiva to hate the crown prince, but she couldn’t summon the burning resentment that should have consumed her. She blamed Jaren for that. From the moment they’d met, he’d been caring and thoughtful and wholly devoted to her. Even when she’d learned that he’d lied about who he really was, she still hadn’t been able to turn her back and leave him to die of his injuries down in the tunnels beneath Zalindov. She’d tried—desperately—to harden her heart toward him in the weeks they’d spent at his family’s palace in the Tanestra Mountains, and then during their long days of travel to Vallenia, but it was useless. He was just too gods-damned likeable. It made everything Kiva planned to do to him and his family that much more difficult.
Not that she’d ever admit as much—even to herself.
“It was . . .” she started, unsure how to answer. Her day had been amazing, incredible, everything she’d ever hoped for. But knowing what she did about her future, and how she would have to turn down Maddis’s offer, all she said was, “Interesting.”
Jaren’s golden eyebrows inched upward. “A glowing commendation.”
Kiva ignored his sarcasm and asked, “What’re you doing here?”
There was no one near where they stood leaning against the footbridge, but she still peered nervously at those spaced further out in the sanctuary, and the spattering of people walking along the arched stone pathways between the infirmaries.
“I came to pick you up,” Jaren said with a merry wink. “First day of school, and all that.”
Kiva shook her head at him. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Ouch,” Jaren said, pressing a hand to his heart. “That hurts. Right here.”
“If someone recognizes you—”
Jaren had the audacity to chuckle. “People in Vallenia are used to me and my family wandering freely among them. We only wear masks during special events, so we’re easily recognizable the rest of the time. Don’t worry—we’re not as much of a novelty as you’d think.”
“I doubt Naari would agree with you,” Kiva argued, looking past him. “Where is she?”
Since leaving Zalindov—and in the time they’d been there together—it was rare to see Jaren without his most loyal Royal Guard, his Golden Shield. That Naari Arell was absent now meant one of two things: either she was giving them space and watching from a distance, or—
“Would you be impressed if I said I managed to give her the slip?”
The self-satisfied grin Jaren wore had Kiva tilting her head to the side, a smirk playing at her lips as she replied, “I’d be impressed if you managed to survive her wrath afterward.”
Jaren’s grin fled, a wince taking its place. “Yes. Well.” He straightened his shoulders and rallied. “That’s a problem for later.”
“I’ll say something nice at your funeral,” Kiva promised.
Jaren huffed out a laugh. “You’re too kind.” He then grabbed her hand and started leading her back toward the arched pathway. “Come on, we have to get moving if we don’t want to miss it.”
Kiva tried to free herself from his grip, but his fingers only tightened around hers, so she gave in, resolutely ignoring how nice it felt, and sought to keep up with his long strides. “Miss what?”
“Sunset,” Jaren answered.
When he said no more, Kiva dryly observed, “This may come as a shock, but there’ll be another one tomorrow.”
Jaren gave her a gentle tug. “Smart ass.” The amused look he shot her warmed her insides—and that she ignored, too.
She was ignoring a lot these days, when it came to Jaren.
“The annual River Festival kicks off at sunset today,” he said. “It lasts all weekend, but the first night is always the best, so we want to make sure we have a good view.”
“Of what?”
“You’ll see,” Jaren said mysteriously.
Kiva made a quick decision. She would allow herself one more night—a night to experience the River Festival and enjoy being in Jaren’s company, knowing that their days together were numbered.
One night, and then she would set out for Oakhollow, where she would finally follow through with what she’d determined upon leaving Zalindov.
No matter how she might feel, no matter how the crown prince had wormed his way into her heart, it was time for the Vallentis family to fall.
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- Publisher : Clarion Books (October 12, 2021)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 448 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0358434599
- ISBN-13 : 978-0358434597
- Reading age : 12 years and up
- Grade level : 7 - 9
- Item Weight : 1.4 pounds
- Dimensions : 6 x 1.41 x 9 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #46,326 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Lynette Noni grew up on a farm in outback Australia until she moved to the beautiful Sunshine Coast and swapped her mud-stained boots for sand-splashed flip-flops. She has always been an avid reader and most of her childhood was spent lost in daydreams of far-off places and magical worlds. She was devastated when her Hogwarts letter didn’t arrive, but she consoled herself by looking inside every wardrobe she could find, and she’s still determined to find her way to Narnia one day. While waiting for that to happen, she creates her own fantasy worlds and enjoys spending time with the characters she meets along the way.
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WARNING: review contains spoilers for the Prison Healer.
Six weeks after the shocking revelations from the Prison Healer finale, Kiva has found herself in the heart of enemy territory. Living in the palace with Jaren and his family, she now has the opportunity to discover truths that will aid her family and the rebel cause. Unfortunately she is struggling with where her allegiance truly lies.
After an entire book set in a prison, I was curious if Noni would be able to achieve the world building needed for this book. She certainly delivered with Wenderall and all of its magnificent cultural detail and politics.
The PTSD and trauma of living in a death prison for 10 years was heartbreaking. I enjoyed watching Kiva's relationship with the Vallentis family, especially Jaren, unwillingly flourish. I loved the reunion with her siblings and the realization that people change, especially after war and difficult circumstances. Are the bonds of found family stronger than blood?
The characters in this book are so intriguing! Caldon and his sass quickly became a favorite of mine. Zuleeka was so difficult and realistic of her situation. It was wonderful to see Jaren in his role of royalty and to watch Kiva develop as an individual with her own desires.
Filled with magic, love, betrayal, espionage, twists, and court politics, Noni has once again shown her talent for creating an amazing story. The finale will leave you with your jaw on the floor. I will be on pins and needles, not so patiently, waiting for the Blood Traitor!
Motherflipper. Godsflippingdangit. Insert every single bleepy word I’m too livid to think of here. Oops, not supposed to do that while reviewing a YA novel? Well too bad, this is how I feel after finishing this book. I am screaming in pain and devastation. After years of reading, you think you can guess the twists, and some of them I did too, but nothing could have prepared me for the sheer stress test that was this book. The last 10% is so full of cataclysmic reveals, both expected and unexpected, that I’m left reeling from an almost heart attack.
Based on the beginning and what we knew from the jaw dropping ending of book 1, you can already tell from the first page we’re heading towards a catastrophe, and I couldn’t peel my eyes away. I spent the whole book yelling at Kiva how it wasn’t going to end well. I love Kiva and I did see where she was coming from with most of her actions and reactions, having been raised and conditioned the way she was in a prison of all places, but some of her decisions had me closing my eyes and pleading “oh honey no don’t do it” repeatedly. And my heart hurt for my poor baby Jaren and the whole fam the whole time. Before anything even happened. That’s how worried I was. And was I wrong? Nope. Theirs is a story that seems progressively impossible and increasingly star crossed, which makes me that much more desperate to see them get their HEA.
We get hit by all the feels; shock, betrayal, tragedy, terror (I know some of them aren’t emotions) in rapid succession. The ending felt like being personally shot with angst bullets. Now we have to wait 6 months to see how this goes? Cool cool, let me just lie on the floor, figuratively bullet ridden, bleeding my emotions and writhing in pain, waiting for Ms. Noni to put me out of my misery.
TLDR of my highly emotional and dramatic review: the author writes another breakneck paced, heart stopper, jawdropper of a book with complex characters (none of whom can be trusted), and leaves us wanting more.
I absolutely love Kiva and Jaren! The struggle Kiva goes through in this book is so well done, and I was on the edge of my seat for the majority of the book. I couldn’t wait to find out what would happen next! And Jaren is an amazing character, and I adored him!
This book and the first book in the series are intriguing, action-packed, intense, and twisty, and I enjoyed them so much! I can’t wait to find out what happens in the third book!
5/5 stars!
Content:
Clean romance
Mild swearing
Fantasy violence
Brief LGBT references
TW: addiction suffered by a side character
It came in good condition.
Poor shipping. Stop shipping books in cardboard envelopes and folding them so they fit in a mailbox Amazon!
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I can’t really say too much without giving anything away, but I loved this book almost as much as the first. I did prefer the prison setting of the first one, but I think all the tiny displays of affection (forehead kisses are my kryptonite) won me over.
Basically, Kiva struggles to decide where her loyalties lie - her blood family, or her newfound family (some of which are the only reason she’s still alive.) The world building thickens, and the relationships develop. The start & middle of the book had less happening than the first, but it still completely captured my interest - I finished this book within a day, because I HAD to know what was going to happen.
I wasn’t completely shocked by the ending, but it was still enough that I had to start the next book in the series as soon as I finished this one. Let’s face it, I’m hooked.
What annoyed me most of the time was Kiva and her thoughts and behavior which made no sense and drove me crazy.