The City of Brass: A Novel (Daevabad Trilogy, 1)

Nahri has by no means believed in magic. Definitely, she has energy; on the streets of eighteenth-century Cairo, she’s a con girl of unsurpassed expertise. However she is aware of higher than anybody that the commerce she makes use of to get by — palm readings, zars, healings — are all tips, sleights of hand, realized abilities, a way to the pleasant finish of swindling Ottoman nobles and a dependable strategy to survive.

However when Nahri by accident summons an equally sly, darkly mysterious djinn warrior to her facet throughout one in all her cons, she’s compelled to query all she believes. For the warrior tells her a rare story: throughout scorching, windswept sands teeming with creatures of fireplace and rivers the place the legendary marid sleep, previous ruins of once-magnificent human metropolises and mountains the place the circling birds of prey will not be what they appear, lies Daevabad, the legendary metropolis of brass — a metropolis to which Nahri is irrevocably certain.

In Daevabad, behind gilded brass partitions laced with enchantments, behind the six gates of the six djinn tribes, previous resentments are simmering. A younger prince desires of rise up. And when Nahri decides to enter this world, she learns that true energy is fierce and brutal, that magic can not defend her from the damaging net of courtroom politics, that even the cleverest of schemes can have lethal penalties. In any case, there’s a motive they are saying to watch out what you want for.