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The candle and the flame /

by Azad, Nafiza [author.].
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookPublisher: New York : Scholastic Press, 2019.Edition: First edition.Description: 391 pages ; 22 cm.ISBN: 9781338306040 (hardcover); 1338306049 (hardcover).Subject(s): Jinn -- Fiction | Magic -- Fiction | Identity (Psychology) -- Fiction | Good and evil -- Fiction | Heads of state -- Fiction | Silk Road -- Fiction | Genies -- Fiction | Magic -- Fiction | Identity -- Fiction | Good and evil -- Fiction | Kings, queens, rulers, etc. -- Fiction | Silk Road -- Fiction | Fantasy fiction | Action and adventure fiction | Action and adventure fiction | Fantasy fiction | Fiction | Juvenile worksSummary: Fatima lives in the city of Noor, on the Silk Road, which is currently protected by the Ifrit, djinn of order and reason, from attacks by the violent and ruthless Shayateen djinn--but Fatima was infused with the fire of the Ifrit who died saving her when she was four years old, and when one of the most important Ifrit dies she finds herself drawn into the intrigues of the court, the affairs of the djinn, and the very real dangers of a magical battlefield.
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Azad's debut YA fantasy is set in a city along the Silk Road that is a refuge for those of all faiths, where a young woman is threatened by the war between two clans of powerful djinn.Fatima lives in the city of Noor, a thriving stop along the Silk Road. There the music of myriad languages fills the air, and people of all faiths weave their lives together. However, the city bears scars of its recent past, when the chaotic tribe of Shayateen djinn slaughtered its entire population -- except for Fatima and two other humans. Now ruled by a new maharajah, Noor is protected from the Shayateen by the Ifrit, djinn of order and reason, and by their commander, Zulfikar. But when one of the most potent of the Ifrit dies, Fatima is changed in ways she cannot fathom, ways that scare even those who love her. Oud in hand, Fatima is drawn into the intrigues of the maharajah and his sister, the affairs of Zulfikar and the djinn, and the dangers of a magical battlefield. Nafiza Azad weaves an immersive tale of magic and the importance of names; fiercely independent women; and, perhaps most importantly, the work for harmony within a city of a thousand cultures and cadences.

Fatima lives in the city of Noor, on the Silk Road, which is currently protected by the Ifrit, djinn of order and reason, from attacks by the violent and ruthless Shayateen djinn--but Fatima was infused with the fire of the Ifrit who died saving her when she was four years old, and when one of the most important Ifrit dies she finds herself drawn into the intrigues of the court, the affairs of the djinn, and the very real dangers of a magical battlefield.

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<opt> <anon I1="BLANK" I2="BLANK">Fatima remembers the package. She removes it from her messenger bag and holds it out to Firdaus. "The merchant delivered this today. Itâe(tm)s a book." Firdaus eagerly takes the package. "I've been waiting for a volume of poetry written by an obscure Kmemu poet." Firdaus rips open the brown paper wrapped around the book and makes a sound of pleasure when he discovers that the book is indeed the volume he was seeking. He flips open the book, running his fingers through the text. Fatima watches him, consoled by the pleasure he takes in the written word. He suddenly, unexpectedly, goes still, and the old Ifritâe(tm)s face empties of expression. "What is it, baba?" Fatima moves closer to Firdaus. Firdaus lowers the book, and Fatima sees a smudge of black on the edge of the paper. She watches that viscous blackness slither from the paper onto Firdausâe(tm)s hand before being absorbed through his skin. Firdaus's gold eyes flash black, and Fatima staggers back a step. "The taint," Firdaus says through clenched teeth. Black veins appear on his skin and spread like the vines of a grape plant. Fatima watches helplessly. "What do I do, baba? Who do I call?" Firdaus's skin is sallow, and he is sweating profusely. He grips the edge of his desk tightly, keeping himself upright. The book has fallen unnoticed to the floor. "Listen, ya binti, listen." Fatima nods frantically. "You are a child of flesh and blood, and I am a being of fire and bone. Were I merciful, I would bid you run and end this tale here. But I am Ifrit and my stories are eternal even though I am not." Firdaus extends his trembling right hand to Fatima. "In return for the kindness I have shown you, will you become the ink that writes my tale?" There never was a choice. Fatima reaches out and grabs his right hand with both of hers. Excerpted from The Candle and the Flame by Nafiza Azad All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.</anon> </opt>

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