Eon--the award-winning crossover fantasy that soars!
Sixteen-year-old Eon has a dream, and a mission. For years, he's been studying sword-work and magic, toward one end. He and his master hope that he will be chosen as a Dragoneye-an apprentice to one of the twelve energy dragons of good fortune.
But Eon has a dangerous secret. He is actually Eona, a sixteen-year-old girl who has been masquerading as a twelve-year-old boy. Females are forbidden to use Dragon Magic; if anyone discovers she has been hiding in plain sight, her death is assured.
When Eon's secret threatens to come to light, she and her allies are plunged into grave danger and a deadly struggle for the Imperial throne. Eon must find the strength and inner power to battle those who want to take her magic...and her life.
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From the Primer Scrolls of Jion Tzu
No one knows how the first Dragoneyes made their dangerous bargain with the twelve energy dragons of good fortune. The few scrolls and poems that have survived the centuries start the story well after the deal was struck between man and spirit-beast to protect our land. It is rumored, however, that a black folio still exists that tells of the violent beginning and predicts a catastrophic end to the ancient alliance.
The dragons are elemental beings, able to manipulate Hua—the natural energy that exists in all things. Each dragon is aligned with one of the heavenly animals in the twelve-year cycle of power that has run in the same sequence since the beginning of time: Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, and Pig. Each dragon is also the guardian of one of the twelve celestial directions, and a keeper of one of the Greater Virtues.
Every New Year’s Day the cycle turns, the next animal year begins, and its dragon becomes ascendant, his power doubling for that twelve months. The ascending dragon also unites with a new apprentice to be trained in the dragon magic, and as this boy steps up to his new life, the prior apprentice is promoted to Dragoneye and into his full power. He replaces his master, the old Dragoneye, who retires exhausted and fatally debilitated by his twenty-four-year union with the dragon. It is a brutal bargain that gives a Dragoneye enormous power—enough to move monsoons, redirect rivers, and stop earthshakes. In return for such control over nature, the Dragoneye slowly gives up his Hua to his dragon.
Only those boys who can see an energy dragon can hope to be a Dragoneye candidate. It is a rare gift to be able to see the dragon of your birth year, and even rarer to be able to see any of the other energy dragons. Every New Year, twelve boys, born twelve years before, face the ascending dragon and pray that their gift is enough for the beast. One of them is chosen and in that moment of union—and only for that moment—all men can see the dragon in all his glory.
Women have no place in the world of the dragon magic. It is said they bring corruption to the art and do not have the physical strength or depth of character needed to commune with an energy dragon. It is also thought that the female eye, too practiced in gazing at itself, cannot see the truth of the energy world.
Let the tips of both my swords dig into the sandy arena floor. It was the wrong move, but the dragging pain in my gut was pulling me into a crouch. I watched Swordmaster Ranne’s bare feet shuffle forward, rebalancing his weight for a sweep cut. Training with him always made my innards cramp with fear, but this was different. This was the bleeding pain. Had I miscounted the moon days?
“What are you doing, boy?” he said.
I looked up. Ranne was standing poised, both of his swords ready for the elegant cross cut that could have taken my head. His hands tightened around the hilts. I knew he wanted to follow through and rid the school of the cripple. But he didn’t dare.
“Are you spent already?” he demanded. “That third form was even worse than usual.”
I shook my head, gritting my teeth against another clamping pain.
“It is nothing, Swordmaster.” I carefully straightened, keeping my swords down.
Ranne relaxed his stance and stepped back. “You’re not ready for the ceremony tomorrow,” he said. “You’ll never be ready. You can’t even finish the approach sequence.”
He turned in a circle, glaring at the other candidates kneeling around the edge of the practice sand. “This sequence must be flawless if you are to approach the mirrors. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Swordmaster,” eleven voices yelled.
“Please, if you allow, I’ll try again,” I said. Another cramp twisted through my body but I didn’t move.
“No, Eon-jah. Get back in the circle.”
I saw a riffle of unease run through the other eleven candidates. Ranne had added jah, the old ward against evil, to my name. I bowed and crossed my swords in salute, imagining the feel of driving both blades through his chest. Behind Ranne, the huge opaque form of the Tiger Dragon uncoiled and stared at me. He always seemed to rouse with my anger. I concentrated on the Rabbit Dragon, bringing him into shimmering outline, hoping the Keeper of Peace would help calm my rage.
In the candidate circle, Dillon shifted and looked around the arena. Had he sensed the dragons? He was more aware than the others, but even he couldn’t see an energy dragon without meditating for hours. I was the only candidate who could see all of the dragons at will, not counting the Mirror Dragon, of course, who had been lost long ago. It took all my focus to see the spirit beasts and left me weary, but it was the only thing that had made the last two years of hard training bearable. It was also the only reason why a cripple like me was allowed to stand as a candidate—full dragon sight was rare, although, as Swordmaster Ranne liked to remind me, no guarantee of success.
“Get back in the circle. Now!” Ranne yelled.
I tensed and stepped back. Too fast. The sand shifted under my bad leg, wrenching it to the right. I hit the ground, hard. One heartbeat of numbed shock, then the pain came. Shoulder, hip, knee. My hip! Had I done more harm to my hip? I reached across my body, digging my fingers through skin and muscle to feel the malformed hip bone. No, there was no pain. It was whole. And the other aches were already fading.
Dillon shuffled forward on his knees, spraying sand into the air, his eyes wide with concern. Little fool—he would only make things worse.
“Eon, are you . . . ?”
“Don’t break formation,” Ranne snapped. He kicked at me. “Get up, Eon-jah. You’re an insult to the Dragoneye profession. Get up.”
I struggled to my hands and knees, ready to roll if he kicked again. There was no blow. I grabbed my swords and pushed myself upright, another cramp catching me as I straightened. It wouldn’t be long now; I had to get back to my master, before the blood showed. Ever since my body had first betrayed us six months ago, my master had kept a supply of soft cloths and sea sponges locked away in his library, away from prying eyes.
The half-hour bell had just rung—if Ranne gave me leave, I could get to the house and back again by the full hour.
“Swordmaster, may I withdraw from practice until the next bell?” I asked. My head was respectfully bowed, but I kept my eyes on Ranne’s blunt, stubborn features. He was probably born in an Ox year. Or maybe he was a Goat.
Ranne shrugged. “Return your swords to armory, Eon-jah, and don’t bother coming back. Another few hours of practice won’t improve your chances tomorrow.” He turned his back, calling his favorite, Baret, to take my place on the sand. I was dismissed.
Dillon looked over at me, his face worried. We were the weakest candidates. He was of age—twelve, like all the boys in the circle—but as small as an eight-year-old, and I was lame. In the past, we wouldn’t even have been considered as Dragoneye candidates. Neither of us was expected to be chosen by the Rat Dragon in the ceremony tomorrow. All the gambling rings had Dillon at a 30:1 chance. I was at 1000:1. The odds might be against us, but even the council did not know how a dragon made its choice. I pretended to yawn at Ranne’s back, waiting for Dillon to smile. His mouth twitched up, but the lines of tension did not ease.
Another cramp dragged at my innards. I held my breath through it, then turned and walked carefully toward the small armory building, my bad leg scattering the fine sand. Dillon was right to be worried. Candidates no longer fought for the honor of approaching the mirrors, but we still had to prove our strength and stamina in the ceremonial sword sequences. At least Dillon could complete the approach sequence, even if it was poorly done. I had never once managed the intricate moves of the Mirror Dragon Third.
It was said it took a lot of physical and mental toughness to bargain with the energy dragons and manipulate the earth forces. It was even whispered among the candidates that a Dragoneye slowly gave up his own life force to a dragon in return for the ability to work the energies, and that the pact aged him beyond his years. My master had been the Tiger Dragoneye during the last cycle and, by my reckoning, would only be a few years over forty. Yet he had the looks and bearing of an old man. Perhaps it was true—a Dragoneye did give up his own life force—or perhaps my master had aged under the strain of poverty and ill luck. He was risking everything for the chance of my success.
I looked over my shoulder. Ranne was watching Baret go through the first form. With all of the strong, able-bodied boys vying to serve him, would the Rat Dragon really choose me? He was the Keeper of Ambition, so perhaps he would not be influenced by physical prowess. I turned to the north-northwest and narrowed my mind until I saw the Rat Dragon shimmer on the sand like a heat mirage. As though he was aware of my focus, the dragon arched his neck and shook out his thick mane.
If he did choose me, then I would hold status for twenty-four years; first working as apprentice to the existing Dragoneye and then, when he retired, working the energies myself. I would earn a mountain of riches, even with the 20 percent tithe to my master. No one would dare spit at me or make the ward-evil sign or turn their face away in disgust.
If he did not choose me, I would be lucky if my master kept me as a servant in his house. I would be like Chart, the slops boy, whose body was permanently twisted into a grim parody of itself. Fourteen years ago, Chart was born to Rilla, one of the unmarried maids, and although my master was sickened by the infant’s deformity, he allowed it to live within his household. Chart had never been beyond the confines of the servants’ quarters, and he lived on a mat near the cooking stoves. If I failed tomorrow, I could only hope my master would show me similar mercy. Before he found me four years ago, I had labored on a salt farm. I would rather share Chart’s mat by the stoves than be returned to such misery.
I stopped walking and reached out further with my mind toward the Rat Dragon, trying to touch the energy of the great beast. I felt his power spark through my body. Talk to me, I begged. Talk to me. Choose me tomorrow. Please, choose me tomorrow.
There was no response.
A dull pain in my temple sharpened into white agony. The effort to hold him in my sight was too great. The dragon slid beyond my mind’s eye, dragging my energy with it. I dug a sword into the sand to stop myself from falling and gasped for air. Fool! Would I never learn? A dragon only ever communicated with his Dragoneye and apprentice. I sucked in a deep breath and pulled the sword out of the ground. Why, then, could I see all eleven dragons? As far back as I could remember, I had been able to shift my mind into the energy world and see their huge translucent forms. Why was I given such a gift in such an ill-favored body?
It was a relief to step off the sand onto the paving of the armory courtyard. The sharp cramps in my gut had finally settled into a dragging ache. Hian, the old master armsman, was sitting on a box beside the armory door polishing the furnace black off a small dagger.
“You been thrown out again?” he asked as I passed him.
I stopped. Hian had never spoken to me before.
“Yes, Armsmaster,” I said, tucking my chin into a bow to wait out his scorn.
He held the dagger up in front of him and inspected the blade. “Seems to me you were doing all right.”
I looked up and met his eyes, the whites yellowed against his forge-reddened skin.
“With that leg, you’re never going to get the Mirror Dragon Third sequence right,” he said. “Try a Reverse Horse Dragon Second. There’s a precedent for it. Ranne should have told you.”
I kept my face expressionless but couldn’t help the skip of hope that caught in my throat. Was it true? But why was he telling me this? Maybe it was just a joke on the cripple.
He stood up, holding on to the doorjamb to help him straighten. “I don’t blame your mistrust, boy. But you ask your master. He’s one of the best history keepers around. He’ll tell you I’m right.”
“Yes, Armsmaster. Thank you.”
A loud yell made us both turn toward the candidates on the sand. Baret was on his knees in front of Ranne.
“Swordmaster Louan was considered one of the best approach ceremony instructors. It’s a pity he retired,” Hian said flatly. “You’ve got practice swords at home?”
“Then practice the Reverse Second tonight. Before your cleansing ritual starts.” He walked stiffly down the two steps, then looked back at me. “And tell your master that old Hian sends his regards.”
I watched him walk slowly to the gateway that led down to the forge, the distant clang of hammer on anvil drumming his progress. If he was right and I could replace the Mirror Dragon Third with a Reverse Horse Dragon Second, then I would have no difficulty finishing the approach sequence.
I stepped into the cool, dim armory and waited for my eyes to adjust. I was not as convinced as the armsmaster that the council would allow a change to the ceremony, particularly to the Mirror Dragon sequence. The Dragon Dragon was, after all, the symbol of the Emperor, and the legends said that the Imperial Family was descended from dragons and still had dragon blood in its veins.
Then again, the Mirror Dragon had been gone for over five hundred years. No one really knew why or how he had disappeared. One story said that a long-ago Emperor offended the dragon, and another told of a terrible battle between the spirit beasts that destroyed the Mirror Dragon. My master said that all the stories were just hearthside imaginings, and that the truth, along with all the records, had been lost to time and the fire that took the Mirror Dragon Hall. And he would know; as the armsmaster had said, my master was a great history keeper. If there was an old variation to the approach sequence, then he would find it.
But first I had to tell him, a day before the ceremony, that I could not complete the Mirror Dragon form. I shivered, remembering the welts and bruises of his past displeasure. I knew it was desperation that provoked his hand—in the last ten years, my master had trained six candidates and all of them had failed—but I did not look forward to his anger. I gripped the hilts of the swords more tightly. I had to know if the Reverse Horse Dragon Second was allowed. It was my best chance.
My master was not a fool; he would not beat me too hard before the ceremony. Too much rode upon it. And if his history scrolls agreed with Hian, I’d have at least four hours before the cleansing ritual to practice the new form and its bridges. It was not long, but it should be enough. I raised the swords in the overhead cut that started the Reverse Second and sliced the left sword down shallowly, conscious of the limited space.
“Oi, don’t fling those around in here,” the duty armsman snapped.
I pulled up, lowering the points of the swords.
“My apologies, Armsman,” I said quickly. It was the skinny, sallow one who liked giving lectures. I held out the two hilts to him, angling the blades down. I saw his hand clench briefly into the ward-evil sign before he took them.
“Any damage?” he asked, holding one out flat to check the steel.
“These are expensive tools, you know, not playthings. You have to treat them with respect. Not hack away with them indoors. If everyone—”
“Thank you, Armsman,” I said, backing toward the door before he could go into a full tirade. He was still talking as I cleared the steps.
The easiest way out of the school was back across the arena and through the main gate, but I didn’t want to walk over the sand again, or draw the attention of Ranne. Instead, I took the steep path down to the school’s southern gate. My left hip ached from the strain of the practice session and the cramping in my gut made me breathless. By the time I reached the south gate and was passed through by the bored guard, I was sweating from the effort of not crying out.
A dozen or so house-shops lined the road behind the school, forming the outer edge of the food market. The smell of roasting pork fat and crispy-skinned duck oiled the air. I leaned against the wall of the school, letting the stone cool my back, and watched a girl in the blue gown of a kitchen maid weave through the tight knots of gossiping marketers and pause at the hatch of the pork seller. She was about sixteen—my true age—and her dark hair was scraped back into the looped braid of “unmarried girl.” I touched the end of my short queue of black hair, the candidate length. If I was chosen tomorrow, I would begin to grow it to my waist until I could bind it into the double-looped queue of the Dragoneye.
The girl, keeping her eyes down, pointed at a cured haunch on display. The young apprentice wrapped the meat in a cloth and placed it on the bench. The girl waited until he had stepped back before laying the coin beside it and picking up the package. No conversation, no eye contact, no touching; it was all very proper. Yet I sensed something between them.
Although part of me knew it was not honorable, I narrowed my eyes and focused on them as I did with the dragons. At first there was nothing. Then I felt a strange shift in my mind’s eye, as though I was stepping closer, and a surge of orange energy flared between the girl and boy, swirling around their bodies like a small monsoon. Something soured in my gut and spirit. I dropped my gaze to the ground, feeling like an intruder, and blinked away my mind-sight. When I looked back, the girl was already turning to leave. There was no sign of the energy around them. No sign of the pulsing brightness that had left a searing afterimage in my mind. Why could I suddenly see such intimate human energy? Neither my master nor any of my instructors had ever spoken of it; emotion was not the province of the dragon magic. Another difference to keep hidden from the world. I pushed away from the wall, needing to work the backwash of power and shame out of my muscles.
My master’s house was three roads away, all uphill. The pain in my hip had changed from the familiar ache of overuse to a sharper warning. I needed to get to a hot bath if I wanted any chance of practicing the approach sequence. The alley beside the pork seller was a good shortcut. If it was empty. I shaded my eyes and studied the narrow walkway. It seemed safe; no dock boys sharing a quick pipe or waiting for a limping diversion to chase. I took a step out but hesitated as a familiar wave of motion moved through the crowd; people scrambled to the edges of the road and dropped to their knees, their chatter suddenly silenced.
“Make way for the Lady Jila. Make way for the Lady Jila.”
The voice was high but masculine. An elaborately carved palanquin was moving down the road carried on the shoulders of eight sweating men, the passenger concealed behind draped purple silks. Twelve guards, dressed in purple tunics and carrying curved swords, formed a protective square around it—the Shadow Men, the soldier eunuchs of the imperial court. They were always quick to beat down those who did not clear the way or bow fast enough. I dropped onto my good knee and dragged my bad leg beneath me. The Lady Jila? She must be one of the emperor’s favorites if she was allowed out of the Inner Precinct. I lowered into the “court noble” bow.
Beside me, a stocky man in the leggings and oiled wrap of the seafarer sat back on his heels, watching the approaching procession. If he did not bow down, he would attract the attention of the guards. And they were not careful about whom they struck.
“It is a court lady, sir,” I whispered urgently. “You must bow. Like this.” I held my body at the proper angle.
He glanced at me. “Do you think she deserves our bows?” he asked.
I frowned. “What do you mean? She’s a court lady, it doesn’t matter what she deserves. If you don’t bow, you will be beaten.”
The seafarer laughed. “A very pragmatic approach to life,” he said. “I’ll take your advice.” He lowered his shoulders, still smiling.
I held my breath as the palanquin passed, squinting as the dust raised, then settled. Beyond us, I heard the crack of a sword laid flat against flesh: a merchant, too slow in his movements, knocked to the ground by the lead guard. The palanquin turned the far corner and a collective easing of muscle and breath rippled through the crowd. A few soft remarks grew in volume as people stood, brushing at their clothes. I dropped my hands to the ground and swung my leg out, preparing to stand. Suddenly, I felt a large hand under each armpit, pulling me upward.
“There you go, boy.”
“Don’t touch me!” I jumped back, my arms across my chest.
“It’s all right,” he said, holding up his hands. “I just wanted to return the favor. You saved me from a sword across my back.”
He smelled of fish oil and old sweat and seaweed. A memory flashed through me: holding up a heavy string of black pearl kelp, and my mother, nodding and smiling and coiling it into the basket strapped across her slight body. Then the image was gone. Too quick to hold, like all the others I had of my family.
“I’m sorry, sir, you took me by surprise,” I said, tightening my arms around my chest. “Thank you for the assistance.” Bowing politely, I stepped away from him. The shock of his grip was still on my skin.
The alley opposite was no longer empty; a group of dock boys had congregated near the far end, squatting around a game of dice. I’d have to take the long way around. As if in protest, the pain in my hip sharpened.
The seafarer stopped beside me again. “Perhaps you will help me once more,” he said. “Can you tell me the way to the Gate of Officials?”
There was no suspicion or puzzlement on his face, just polite inquiry. I looked at the dock boys again, then back at the seafarer. He was not overly tall, but his chest and shoulders were powerful and his face was tanned into stern lines. I glanced to see if he was armed; a knife was slung through his belt. It would do.
“I’m going that way myself, sir,” I said, beckoning him across the road toward the alley. It was not strictly in the direction he wanted to go, but it would still be quicker than the main streets.
“I am Tozay, master fisher of Kan Po,” he said, pausing at the mouth of the alley. He clasped his hands together and nodded—adult to child.
From my ley line studies, I knew that Kan Po was on the coast. It had one of the most fortunate harbors in the realm, shaped like a money pouch and ringed by seven hills that trapped good luck. It was also the port access to the islands and beyond.
“I am Eon, Dragoneye candidate.” I bowed again.
He stared down at me. “Eon? The lame candidate?”
“Yes,” I said, keeping my face impassive.
“Well now, isn’t that something.” He dipped into an “honored acquaintance” bow.
I nodded awkwardly, unprepared for the sudden change in status.
“We’ve heard all about you from the news-walker,” Master Tozay said. “He came through our town a few months back. Told us the council had decided to let you approach the mirrors. Did my son a lot of good to hear that. He’s a year younger than you, just turned eleven. By rights, he should be fishing with me, learning his craft, but he lost an arm in a net accident last winter.” Master Tozay’s broad face tightened with grief.
“That must be hard for him,” I said.
I looked down at my twisted leg—at least it was still intact. I didn’t remember much about the accident that had crushed my left hip, but I did remember the physician holding a rusted saw over me, deciding where to cut. He was going to take my whole leg off, but my master stopped him and called for the bonesetter. Sometimes I could still smell the old blood and decaying flesh on the jagged teeth of the saw blade.
We started walking again. I sneaked another look at the end of the alley—the dock boys had already shifted into a watchful line. Beside me, Master Tozay stiffened as he noted the lounging gang.
“It is hard on him. On the family, too,” he said, brushing his fingers across the hilt of his knife. “Wait, I have a stone in my shoe,” he said loudly and stopped.
I turned and watched as he bent and dug a finger down the side of his worn boot.
“You’re a shrewd one, aren’t you,” he said, his voice low. “Well, then, if you want a bodyguard, you’d better move to my other side.” The look in his eyes made the soft words a command, but he didn’t seem angry. I nodded and shifted to his left.
“I just hope you’re not taking me too far out of my way,” he said as he straightened, keeping his eyes on the boys.
“It is a shortcut,” I said.
He glanced across at me. “More for you than for me, hey?”
“For both of us. But perhaps a little bit more for me.”
He grunted in amusement and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Keep close.”
We walked toward the group, Master Tozay shortening his stride to match my slower pace. The largest boy, thickset, with the darker skin and bull-necked strength of the island people, casually kicked a cobblestone into our path. It skipped and bounced, narrowly missing my foot. His three friends laughed. They were city boys, thin and sharp, with the aimless bravado that was always in need of a leader. The island boy picked up a large stone, rubbing his thumb across its surface.
“Afternoon, boys,” Master Tozay said.
The islander spat out a wad of tannin leaf, the fibrous mess landing in front of us. His movement made a pendant swing out on a thin leather cord from his clothing; a pale shell carving in the shape of bamboo branches enclosed in a circle. Master Tozay saw it too and stopped, checking me with a hand on my arm. He pushed me behind him, then turned and faced the islander. The other boys nudged each other closer, keen for a show.
“You’re from the south, aren’t you?” Master Tozay said. “From the far islands?”
The boy’s shoulders stiffened. “I’m from Trang Dein,” he said, lifting his chin.
I leaned to my right to get a better look at him. A year ago, the emperor had ordered raids on the Trang Dein people as punishment for their bold independence. It was whispered in the city taverns that all the male Trang prisoners had been viciously gelded, like animals, and forced to serve on the imperial ships. This boy was only about fifteen but big enough to pass as a man. Was he one of the Trang cattle-men? My eyes dropped, but he wore the loose tunic and trousers of the dock laborer. I couldn’t tell by just looking.
Or could I? A cattle-man’s energy would be different from a whole man’s energy, wouldn’t it? Maybe my new mind-sight would work on him as it had with the kitchen girl and apprentice. The memory of watching their bright monsoon union made my skin prickle with shame, but I still narrowed my mind into the energy world. There was the same strange sensation of stepping forward, and then light, so bright that tears came to my eyes. I couldn’t separate anyone’s energy; it was a roiling blurred mass of red and yellow and blue. Then, like a flickering cloud shadow, another presence. And pain, deep and low in the belly. Ten times worse than the monthly pain, as though barbs were being dragged through my innards. Only a power born of evil spirits could have such agony ride with it. My mind-sight buckled. I drew in a shuddering breath as the alley twisted back into view. The pain vanished.
Never again would I intrude upon such savage energies.
Beside me, I heard Master Tozay say, “I fish the Kan Po coast. Hired a few of your people as hands on my boats. That was before the raid, of course. They were all good workers.”
The island boy nodded warily.
“The islands are quiet now,” Tozay said softly. “Not so many soldiers in Ryoka. Some of the missing are making their way home.”
The boy let the stone drop to the ground, his hand groping for the shell carving. Holding it like a talisman, he glanced back at his friends, then faced Master Tozay and hunched his shoulders as though to separate himself from his companions.
“Are you hiring now?” he asked, stumbling over the words.
“I may have a place,” Master Tozay said. “If you’re looking for honest work, then meet me at the Gray Marlin dock tomorrow. I’ll wait until the noon bell.”
Master Tozay turned, herding me with his body. As we walked out of the alley and into the busy Sweet Sellers Road, I looked back at the island boy. He was staring at us, oblivious to his friends, his hand clenched around the pendant.
“What is that thing he wears around his neck?” I asked Master Tozay as we crossed the road. “A good luck symbol?” But I knew the pendant had to be more than that.
Master Tozay snorted. “No, I wouldn’t say it was good luck.” He looked closely at me. “You have a politician’s face, Eon. I’d wager you know a lot more than you show the world. So what have you noted about the change in our land?”
More beggars, more raids, more arrests, more hard words against the imperial court. I had also overheard my master in low conversation with others of his rank: The emperor is ill, the heir too callow, the court split in its loyalties.
“What I have noted is that it is safer to have a politician’s face and a mute’s tongue,” I said wryly.
Master Tozay laughed. “Prudently said.” He looked around, then pulled me over to the narrow space between two shops. “That boy’s pendant is an islander totem, to bring longevity and courage,” he said, bending close to my ear, his voice low. “It’s also a symbol of resistance.”
“To the emperor?” I whispered, knowing the danger of such words.
“No, child. To the real power in the Empire of the Celestial Dragons. High Lord Sethon.”
The emperor’s brother. The son of a concubine. According to the old ways, when the emperor came to his throne, he should have ordered his brother Sethon killed, along with all the other male children born to his father’s concubines. But our emperor was an enlightened man, an educated man. He let his eight younger brothers live. He made them his generals, and Sethon, the eldest of the eight, he made his commander in chief. Our emperor was also a trusting man.
“But High Lord Sethon commands the armies. What can islanders do against such might?” I asked.
Master Tozay shrugged. “Not much. But there are others, more powerful, who remain loyal to the emperor and his son.” He paused as an old woman stopped at the shop-hatch next to us to poke through a display of yeast cakes. “Come, this is not the talk for such an open place,” he said softly. “Or indeed for any place.” He straightened. “I fancy a sweet bun. How about you?”
I longed to ask him who opposed High Lord Sethon, but the subject was clearly at an end. And I had not had a sweet bun in a very long time—there was no money for such excesses in my master’s household.
“I should not dawdle. . . .” I said.
“Come, it will not take long. We’ll get them as we walk. Can you recommend a seller?”
I nodded. One bun would not take long. I spotted a break in the slow-moving crowd and led Master Tozay through it to the corner of the White Cloud Market. It was busier than usual, the afternoon sun driving people under the shade of the broad white silk sails that had been stretched between carved poles. We passed Ari the Foreigner serving some merchants in his coffee stall, the heavy perfume of the strange black drink thick in the air. Ari had once given me a bowl of his coffee, and I had liked the rich bitterness and the slight buzzing it left in my head. I touched Master Tozay’s arm and pointed at the pastry stall to our left, its counter blocked by customers.
“The red bean ones are said to be good here,” I said, standing on my toes to see the trays of buns arranged in neat lines.
The nutty smell of bean paste and sweet dough radiated in a wave of heat. A sharp roil of hunger joined the ache in my gut. Master Tozay nodded and, bowing politely, managed to neatly insert himself ahead of a woman hesitating over her choice. As I watched his broad back and sunburned neck, I felt another flicker of memory; of being carried on a big man’s back and the salty warmth of sun-leathered skin against my cheek. But, once again, I couldn’t make the image stay. Was it a memory of my father? I no longer had any clear idea of what he looked like. A moment later Master Tozay turned, holding a bun in each hand, wrapped in a twist of red paper.
“Here you go,” he said. “Be careful. The seller said they’re just out of the steamer.”
“Thank you, sir.” The heat from the bun stung my palm through the thin wrapping. I slid the paper down, fashioning a handle. It would be best to wait until it had cooled, but the smell was too tantalizing; I bit into it, juggling the steaming pastry around with my tongue.
“Tasty,” Master Tozay said, fanning his mouth with his hand.
I nodded, unable to speak as the hot, dense filling made my jaw seize and ache with its sudden sweetness.
He motioned forward with his bun. “Is this the way to the Gate?”
I swallowed and sucked in a breath of cooling air. “Yes, you follow the white sails until they end,” I said, pointing at the silk roof, “and then turn right. Just keep walking and you’ll come to the Gate of Officials.”
Master Tozay smiled. “Good boy. Now, if ever you make the journey down the coast to Kan Po, you must look for me. You can be always sure of a welcome.” He hesitated, then put his hand on my shoulder. “If that dragon has any sense tomorrow, he’ll choose you,” he said, giving me a gentle shake.
I smiled. “Thank you, sir. And travel well.”
He nodded and raised his pastry in salute, then joined the flow of people in the center of the walkway. As his solid form merged into the shapes and colors of the crowd, I felt as though he was taking my mother and father with him. Two half memories that were already fading, leaving only an imprint of a smile like mine and the smell of sun-warmed skin.
What People are Saying About This
"The author's plotting is elaborate, smart and capable of taking the audience by surprise. Enthralled readers will be hard-pressed to wait for the story's second half."—Publishers Weekly, starred review
"A mesmerizing story, a world so richly imagined that it feels real. No detail is overlooked, from the smallest sensory description to the fascinating mythos of the elemental dragons. Entangled politics and fierce battle scenes provide a pulse-quickening pace, while the intriguing characters add interest and depth. Readers will clamor for the sequel."—Booklist, starred review
"Fast-paced excitement carries Eon through this tension-packed adventure, where victory can only come with self-knowledge. This adventure, filled with intrigue, friendships, combat and magical allies, is a winner."—Kirkus Reviews
"A refreshing change from the generic. This intelligent, vividly written tale grips from the first page."—The Times, London
"Alison Goodman has created a wonderfully well-rounded story in this, the first of a duology set in a faux Asian world. [Eon] deftly straddles the young adult and adult market. This coming of age story sports enough action and intrigue to keep the reader galloping along through Eona's trials and tribulations."—Courier Mail, Australia
"Fans of Tamora Pierce and Garth Nix will be riveted by this fast-paced gender-bending fantasy. Goodman's rousing mix of swordplay, magic, adventure, and Asian astrology is inventive and enthralling."—Parents Express
"Goodman has produced an action-packed, well-plotted and acutely imagined fantasy that draws on the popularity of such films as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Anyone who enjoys kung-fu movies will devour this book."—The Age, Australia
"Eon walks the tightrope between adult and child with consummate skill, immersing you in the atmosphere one minute and exciting you with intrigue and thrills the next, while all the time making Eon constantly reassess who are her allies and enemies right through to the cliffhanger finale. If part one of this story is anything to go by, part two is going to be a cracker, and I for one, cannot wait for it."—Sci-Fi London
"The girl-in-disguise plot gets interesting added twists and the blended Asian atmosphere adds plenty of color, combining to make an entertaining adventure."—LOCUS Magazine
"This complex, richly envisioned tale will appeal to fantasy lovers of all ages. Incorporating elements of the hero’s quest with closely guarded secrets, ancient texts, mythical beasts and compellingly realistic political machinations, Goodman has created a gem. The action carries readers on a wild ride as Eon attempts to balance doing what is right with keeping herself alive against mounting odds. A richly developed historical and cultural background combined with turbulent current affairs makes this is more then a coming of age tale, this is fantasy writing at its best."—Monsters & Critics
"I loved this book. You will be drawn into Eon's struggle from the first page. The story contains an epic battle of good versus evil with the fate of the kingdom depending on an unlikely and unprepared hero that you can't help but love. This is a super young adult offering that other ages will love as well."—Armchair Interviews
"An intensely compelling read. Based off of Chinese and Japanese myths and legends, it is an exhilarating blend of mystery, suspense, and foreign culture and habits that will engross and entertain readers to no end. The ending is heart stopping, and the complete cliff hanger will most certainly leave readers yearning for the conclusion of this smart and drama filled duet in the next book--whose title is too much a spoiler to reveal yet, but hopes to be just as riveting and breathtaking."—The Compulsive Reader
"Eon: Dragoneye Reborn is a richly detailed fantasy that will appeal to anyone who loves stories of exotic lands, court intrigue, interesting characters, power struggles, secrets, and personal heroism."—Wands and Worlds Review
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
EON bursts with promise, setting the stage of a wondrous and familiar Asian-inspired world where dragons are essential to maintaining peace, balance and harmony. I applaud the efforts of Goodman to cast her heroine as a cripple. She does a lovely job of keeping faith with the difficulties of being lame without it feeling forced. I also enjoyed the edgy quality that carried the flavor of Tamora Pierce. The topics explored are definitely for an older YA audience and I'm sure many adults looking for a good yarn will enjoy this story. Do not expect to be amazed by a brilliant, new writing style or concept. While Goodman does a compelling job of telling Eon's story, and excels in keeping a predictable story entertaining and interesting, the story has been told before, many, many times. She does a creditable job of creating a believable world with strong Asian connections with her own style. Above all, this is a story of a girl, masquerading as a boy, learning to be true to herself. If you enjoy Tamora Pierce's Alanna stories, tales of dragons, Asian lore and culture - I am sure you will enjoy EON and EONA.
Such a good book! Couldn't put it down. I was so amazed about what happened in the end! So awesome
Good book, very much enjoyed it and would like to see more from Alison Goodman. I know I liked it as I was a bit disappointed that the story ended with only two books! HIGHLY RECOMMENDED
"It's all in a name." Never has that been more true. This book pulls you in and doesn't let you go until the final page, and even then you are left wanting more!
This book will captivate you and launch you into a world where love fear desire and power hold sway of most of the empire of the celestial dragons. You should stop using this book to chat with each other and role play. The people who do quote rps un quote are such freaking drama nerds. Go find somwhere else mess off
I really enjoyed this book
Eon is a real page turner! I could not put it down for a moment! Keep up the good work, Alison Goodman!
33 and loved it!
I read this amazing book in school, and let me tell you how wonderful it is. This is one of the few books has inspired me to write my own. I got so excited while ready, being a teenager, I accidentally smacked myself in the head with the book. I would give this book and this amazing author more stars if it was possible. I recommend this book quite often to others looking for a great read. You will not be disappointed.
What I Like About the BookCharacterEon: I like this character very much, it is a Mulan story but with more risk and even greater peril. (Let's just refer to the character as he, since that is what is he is trying to be) Eon is really Eona, but Eona has been shoved down hidden from himself. In this book he is trying to disguise his female body from being discovered and killed. On top of that he has been crippled with a lame leg, so he is continually facing ridicule and evil signs. I like him because throughout the whole book he has hard choices to make, he has to prove his worth, muscle through his physical pains and at the same time not let anyone discover what he is. A strong young character. He does make some bad choices in the book, but he does his best to fix the issues. It is so awesome that he well she is the only person that can see the dragons without long meditations like all the other candidates and Dragoneyes (go girl power).Lady Dela: I love this character, she is Eon's guide through palace etiquette. But she is really a he, a man with both sun (male energy) and moon (female energy) in one body. She is a very entertaining character and I really enjoy their interactions together. ActionThroughout the whole book something is always going on and something is always about to happen. There is very few slow moments with lots of gripping moments of anticipation and excitement. Many moments of anxiety and stress of what will happen to Eon, will he be chosen by the dragon and will anyone figure out he is really a she?A Little Confusion and FrustrationSettingThe world is created from Imperial China and I don't know much about it so I did find somethings difficult. I did have some issues trying to figure out how the dragon system works. I got confused on how the 12 dragon leaderships work each year and names, there are so many different names I did get confused on remembering who was who. I also don't like the whole male supremacy thing, I know it is the time period, but I still don't like it.Would I Recommend This Book to BuyYes: But is isn't for everyone. If you are looking for a romantic story, you won't find it here. It is a good adventure action story. In my opinion a good break from romance.
Set in the ancient Orient, Eon (nee Eona) is disguised as a boy and entered in the competition to be chosen as the next Dragoneye. Normally with her permanent limp she never would have been accepted, but her rare ability to see into the spirit world is more important, and the prejudice against handicapped people means nobody will get close enough to discover her secret.Eona is thrust into one impossible situation after another and she really messes up a lot.There are a lot of interesting and unusual characters in this book. One of the major characters is transgender and both the main character and an important minor character are handicapped. There's a lot of prejudice against all of them, not to mention the general prejudice against women that causes Eona to disguise herself as a boy in the first place. And then the setting allows for a whole subgroup of characters who are eunuchs.It's certainly not the best book I've ever read, but it was interesting and the unusual characters didn't seem like "tokenism". I liked it and I think I'll read (or probably listen to) the sequels, but not right away.
Last word first: (5/5) A strong protagonist, a compelling story, and a setting that will pull you right in.Description: Eon has been studying the ancient art of Dragon Magic for four years, hoping he'll be able to apprentice to one of the twelve energy dragons of good fortune. But he also has a dark secret. He is actually Eona, a sixteen-year-old girl who has been living a dangerous lie for the chance to become a Dragoneye, the human link to an energy dragon's power. It is forbidden for females to practice the Dragon Magic and if discovered Eon faces a terrible death. (from Goodreads)My thoughts: Eon had be hooked almost from the first page. This is a book with well-developed characters, an absorbing storyline and a beautiful setting. Add that to great writing and compelling themes and you've got yourself a winner.This book reminded me a lot of the Alanna and Keladry books by Tamora Pierce, and I think it will really appeal to fans of those series. Eon is a similar character type. She's a woman seeking, at great personal risk, to succeed in an area dominated by men. She didn't always make great decisions, and I occasionally wanted to yell at her (have you noticed I tend to get REALLY involved with the protagonist when I'm reading?) when she was missing what was right in front of her. But I was still rooting for her to suceed. A sixteen year old girl, pretending to be a twelve year old boy, attempting to survive in a complex political environment for which she could not possibly have been prepared. Can we say underdog? Love it.The setting deserves it's own paragraph. Goodman has put together a beautifully crafted, Asian-inspired backdrop to her story. Her word pictures bring the temples, gardens and marketplaces to life in a way that made me feel like I was there. There is something so gorgeously foreign (to me, at least) about this world that I was completely sucked in. I admit I have also devoured the details of her research the Alison Goodman has included at her site. In Australia, this book was originally entitled The Two Pearls of Wisdom, and had a very different cover which really conveyed the exotic feel of the setting. It might not be as compelling as the North American cover, but I still like it.What really gives this book the staying power I think it will have for me are the themes. Eon has to face and accept herself in order to succeed, even though it takes her forever to figure that out. Honesty, bravery, responsibility and acceptance are all explored in a way that makes this a book I want my kids to read when they're old enough. This book will likely appeal mostly to girls and women, but I think guys would enjoy it too.Though I borrowed this one from the library, I'm definitely planning to pick up a hardcover copy for my personal shelf. This is a story with tons of reread potential, and one I'll want to force my friends to read. Five stars! The only problem is that the ending was a little bit of a cliffhanger, and now I am doomed to remain in suspense until sometime next year when the sequel comes out.
This was a great book! I loved the entire world that the author created. I will admit, the story was breath taking for the first 5 chapters, and then the story slowed to a painful pace. There seemed to be an awful lot of "info dumping" in the first half of this book. I can completely understand- the author created a very elaborate world. And to her credit, she gave all of this information without explaining everything to the reader. The information flowed well into the book. It was simply difficult to have 200 pages of few major developments. The last third of the book, though, made the entire book worthwhile. This was a fantastic book and I highly recommend it to any lover of Maria V Snyder, Robin McKinley, etc.
I'm pretty torn about this one. It wasn't all that impressive and memorable but I certainly had fun reading this book. Eon is uniquely based on Chinese mythology and I see plenty of accurate representations of Chinese culture. The idea that Dragons work with humans to preserve the balance of nature is interesting but not all that new. Eon, as the main character, falls a little flat (there has been so many times where I just want to scream to her "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!"). Some of it could be attributed to how females are treated in past chinese culture but plenty of it is due to Eon being idiotic.However, the author must be doing something right because I find myself caring about what happens to her and the dragons. Who knows, maybe she just represents our own humans flaws very well? Or maybe dragons just make everything better. Either way, don't expect Eon to be the best thing ever and you'll find yourself enjoying this book. When you reach the cliffhanger in the end, you'll immediately want to grab the sequel "Eona"
Eon is set in an oriental-inspired fantasy world where dragons are required to protect the land from monsoons and ensure bountiful harvests. Each year, a different dragon (out of twelve) ¿ascends¿, increasing the power of the lord bound to that dragon and ushering in a new apprentice for that lord.Eon is one of a handful of candidates vying to be the next year¿s apprentice. He is supposedly a crippled eunuch, so no one particularly expects him to be chosen by the dragon. In fact, the only reason he is even under consideration is because he has an unusually strong affinity for being able to see the dragons (they are invisible to normal people most of the time). He is also secretly a girl.This starts off as a ¿girl dresses up as boy because girls aren¿t allowed to do anything cool¿ story, but quickly moves on to addressing deeper issues besides female oppression. On the one hand, being a cripple in a land where deformities are considered unclean and unlucky puts her at a further disadvantage, on the other this ends up helping her deception thanks to segregation. It also fosters a strong sense (in the reader) of ¿she can¿t do it as well because of her leg¿ rather than ¿she is struggling because she is female¿ which is sort of refreshing.Unlike the Alana books by Tamora Pierce, which more or less culminate in Alana achieving her goal of being a knight, Eon¿s choosing ceremony takes place at the start of the book, and the story is of her journey afterwards, not leading up to it. (Needless to say, the ceremony doesn¿t quite go according to anyone¿s plans. What a surprise.) A lot of the subsequent plot revolves around political intrigue and dastardly plots, which I don¿t want to give away.Then there is the stellar cast of supporting characters. There is the master who gambols everything on a girl candidate (if she is discovered, they will both be put do death) in the hopes that she will succeed and bring them both wealth and power. He¿s not the most lovable of characters, but I retrospectively found his faith in her endearing. There is Lady Dela who, we quickly learn, is a woman in a man¿s body. (¿Why would you want to dress as a woman?¿ asks Eon. ¿Women have no power!¿) And a few other allies who help her along the way.One thing I found refreshing about this book is that there is no love interest or romantic plot. Eon does spare a few thoughts for some of the men around her, but they are questioning thoughts, rather than wishful ones. The romantic storyline shows up in book two and, the way the world and plot are structured there is no sensible way for it to have started in the first book, so I¿m glad the author didn¿t force it in.When, inevitably, people start to find out the truth about her, their reactions are interesting and broad (well, once they get past the initial shock), but I don¿t want to spoil the entire spectrum here.The book ends on a cliffhanger, and you will probably want to have the second book on hand when you finish the first.
In my opinion this book did not live up to the good reviews it has been getting. I found this story to be too drawn out and predictable. Glad I borrowed this one from the library instead of purchasing.
Eon: Dragoneye Reborn is a refreshingly non-western culture fantasy with plenty of action and intrigue. The main character and narrator, Eon, provides an accessible voice for readers while still being fully a part of the Empire of the Celestial Dragons.
I did find myself wanting to shake Eon for stupidity on a couple of occasions, mostly when I had managed to piece something together before Eon did.
A brilliant book that sucks you into its wonderful world of mystery and mythology.
Right away I will say that I didn't realize this is the first book of two. So anyone who is thinking about reading this book should know that. This book does not resolve any part of the story and really leaves you hanging. It is an okay book overall; there are some things about it that are amazing and some things that are really annoying. I listened to it on audio book and the audio book quality was good; although sometimes the narrator got a bit shrill when reading parts where Eon goes into a panic.Eona is a Dragoneye candidate. She is passing as Eon, a male candidate, because females are not allowed to be candidates. Eon is special because she can see all the dragons in the spirit world. Her Master is desperately hoping that Eon will get chosen to be the new Dragoneye Apprentice.The story is a good one. There is a ton of attention to detail with regards to the Asian feudal society and the beliefs and rituals of that time. Eon is a good character that treads a tough path; in the beginning she seems weak but she ends up having a core of toughness that is admirable.Unfortunately there was a lot more that bothered me about this book. The plot moves very, very slow for the first half of the book. Part of this is because of the great amount of detail the author puts in. Some of it is interesting but a lot of it is unnecessary. For example at one point Eon is going in to bathe; the author needs to describe how stressful it is for Eon, how the tiles look in the bathing room, the temperature of the water, etc. I actually fell asleep for 5 minutes in the car and when I woke up I asked my husband what was going on. He laughed and said that Eon still hadn't quite gotten into the bathtub. This is how this book went. It seemed like some action was imminent (like taking a bath) and it would take 15 minutes (for the audio book) to get through all the descriptions and Eon's panicking to finally get to that action; it made for horrible pacing. Both my husband and I found it wearying and boring to the point where we almost stopped listening a number of times.The other large thing I didn't like about this book was Eon in general. Eon was susceptible to almost constant attacks of panic and self-doubt throughout the whole book. Even as she became more powerful she would still drop into lengthy digressions about how dangerous something was, how she might be caught, how she didn't know if she could do it, and what if she wasn't enough? This is understandable for a character to go through once in a while, but Eon did this very frequently and it didn't get better as the book went on. I understand that Eon lived in constant fear. As a reader we understand this, we don't need that character to go into lengthy panicky digressions every other page; it didn't add a lot to the story and took up a lot of page space.My last complaint is that the book doesn't resolve anything. You are pretty much left in the middle of a battle. The next book isn't released until 2010 sometime. That is a long time to make your readers wait. If you are looking at reading this duology I would recommend waiting until the second book has been released.Overall this book wasn't a favorite of mine. The pace was just too tedious, the detail painful, and Eon exceptionally whiny and panicky. I will read the next book though because nothing is resolved in this book.
Twelve dragons hold the power of the zodiac. And twelve Dragoneyes channel the dragons' power, doing the bidding of the Emperor and holding the empire secure. Twelve-year-old Eon is in training. He will be one of the twelve candidates for apprenticeship in the year of the Rat Dragon. On his frail shoulders amd crippled leg rests the hope of his master, a former Dragoneye, and the whole household. If he fails the house will be left shamed and penniless, and Eon himself will be sold back to the salt mines where his master found him.But all is not as simple as it seems - lame Eon is actually Eona. It is heresy for a female to be put forward as an apprentice. But as intrigue piles on intrigue, Eon, cast adrift in a swirl of court intrigue and politicking, has no choice but to cling desperately to her charade.Well-told, tense, action-packed, and full of interesting characters. I can't wait to get my hands on the sequel.
Every year the ascending dragon selects one boy to become a Dragoneye apprentice and Eona, disguised as a boy, is a candidate in this year of the Rat Dragon. Not only does she have to keep her gender a secret (women are not allowed to be candidates and if she is found out, it means certain death for her and her Master), but she is crippled from a badly healed broken hip. Can "Eon" draw the attention of the Rat Dragon? Can he keep his secrets hidden? The fate of the Empire may be in his hands. This is a very detailed fantasy based on many different Eastern traditions. Eon was a likeable character and I was rooting for her the whole way through. There's a lot of action and it'll more than satisfy any fantasy lover, plus it's a little different from the typical fantasy tropes. I loved the fleshed out supporting characters. If the writing had been a little tighter and the whole book had been shorter, it might have been near perfect.
Interesting story that keeps you engaged for most of the book. Eon's development is slow, which failed to meet my expectation... well positioned for an interesting sequel.
Eon is not who he appears to be. A thirteen-year-old boy training to be a Dragoneye apprentice, he harbors a secret that could get him and his master killed. He has great promise - while most candidates can only see one of the twelve dragons (there is one for every animal in the Chinese Zodiac), Eon can see all of them. While he has a lame leg, and a humble past, his master is sure the Rat Dragon will choose him in the upcoming ceremony. But Eon is not that young boy at all, but a sixteen-year-old girl. Gifted as she is, Eona is forbidden to participate in dragon magic and her master has trained her to look, think, act like a boy. When the unthinkable happens, and she rises to the court not only as Dragoneye Apprentice but as Lord Dragoneye, Eona¿s struggles have only just begun. This strikingly complex novel is gorgeously elaborate, with extreme detail that the reader can hear and taste. Rich Chinese sets Goodman¿s book apart from the traditional dragon story; as part of a duology, it is undoubtedly one of the best high fantasies we¿ll see this year.
It's a traditional fantasy filled with familiar settings and character types, but there's nothing wrong with a comfort read (defined as a story where you have a good idea what's going to happen, and there's nothing bad lurking in the wings). It has dragons and swordplay and a hero from the back of beyond who has to save the world. Even though the characters are familiar, they are fully drawn and interesting to read about. ''Eon'' is the first book in a duology (according to the author) and, as such, it definitely cries out for a sequel. This makes the ending a little unsatisfying, but overall, I enjoyed this book.
Think Tamora Pierce plus Anne McCaffery, and that is where I would categorize Eon: Dragoneye Reborn.It is really hard to summarize Eon: Dragoneye Reborn without giving the entire story and going into a lengthy explanation about everything, but I highly recommend this for anyone who had any affection for Alanna in the Song Of The Lioness Quartet. You will find another spunky heroine in Eona as well as an awesome cast of supporting characters! Alison Goodman has built a rather interesting world with Dragons unlike any other that I have encountered!One remarkable thing I found in Eon: Dragoneye Reborn was Eona's determination to suppress her feminine side completely in order to become a true Dragoneye. She had worked so hard to be a boy and denied herself any solid connection with anything feminine beyond her periods (although Eona even tries to suppress these as well). This issue certainly became the crux of the story, and I really appreciated this world where women too had their own "culture" that men knew nothing about.