Queen of Volts

 Welcome to my blog tour for Queen of Volts

My thoughts

Rating: 4

Would I recommend it? Yes

Would I read this series? Yes, in fact this is the last book to it and I've already read books one and two so I was so glad to get pick this one up.

Would I read more by this author? Yes

First off I want to thank Inkyard Press for not only inviting me to the blog tour but also for letting me read and review it as well as NetGalley , because after reading books 1: Ace of Shades and book 2: King of Fools , I need to know what was happening to our beloved characters. And what can I say it didn't let me down, it was everything I was hopping for and so much more. And while its a lot slower then the first two books that made it so much more enjoyable or at least I think so because you get to see the world come to life right before your very eyes and as well as the characters, and lets not for get the game its a bit darker then it was which means it effects the characters in everything they do and it just makes the twist and turns that you don't see coming that more dark as well. And the more you read the more apprehension you feel because you have no idea who's come out a live or will even be left standing when everything is said and done. 

QUEEN OF VOLTS

By Amanda Foody

On Sale: September 1, 2020

INKYARD PRESS

Teen & Young Adult Fantasy ; Supernatural Mysteries  Thriller

978-1335145864; 1335145869

$20.99 USD

608 pages

About the Book

GAME OF THRONES meets THE DIVINERS in this thrilling fantasy — the highly anticipated

final book in Amanda Foody’s THE SHADOW GAME series.

Return to the City of Sin, where the perilous final game is about to begin...The players? Twenty-two

of the most powerful, most notorious people in New Reynes.

With no choice but to play, Enne and Levi are desperate to forge new alliances and bargain for their

safety. But any misstep could turn deadly when a far more dangerous opponent appears on the

board — one plucked straight from the city’s most gruesome legends. While Levi hides behind a

mask of false promises, Enne is finally forced out from behind hers and as the game takes its final,

vicious turn, these two must decide once and for all whether to be partners or enemies.

Because in a game for survival, there are no winners...

There are only monsters.

Excerpted from Queen of Volts by Amanda Foody © 2020 by Amanda Foody, used with permission from

Inkyard Press.

HARVEY

It was early morning when Harvey Gabbiano dug the grave.

Harvey didn’t like the cemeteries in the Deadman District, precisely because they were cemeteries. Most

people didn’t know it, but there was a difference between a cemetery and a graveyard— graveyards

were connected to a church. But the only place to find devotion in this neighborhood was at the bottom

of a bottle.

This cemetery was a bleak, soulless plot of land, made bleaker by the drizzle that had soaked through

Harvey’s clothes. Rusted industrial plaques marked each of the graves. There were no f lowers

anywhere, not even weeds, and the unkept grass grew patchy and brown.

“It would’ve been easier if you’d burned it,” Bryce told him. He’d watched Harvey work all morning, but

not once had he offered to help…or even to share his umbrella. Bryce didn’t see the point in helping

with tasks he disapproved of, even if this task was important to Harvey.

“It’s holier to bury him,” Harvey repeated yet again. Even though Harvey was Faithful, he wouldn’t have

gone to all this trouble had the deceased not been wearing a Creed of his own. He didn’t know many

others who practiced the Faith anymore—it had been banned for so long now. “You don’t have to stay.”

“I’m staying. You’re funny, you and those superstitions of yours. I could use a laugh.”

Harvey didn’t know how Bryce could find humor in the situation. The November weather was cold. The

cemetery was irreverent and depressing. The dead had not deserved to die.

But Bryce had come with him, and so, no matter the circumstances, Harvey couldn’t help but feel a little

bit pleased.

“I’m not doing this to be funny,” Harvey responded, forcing his voice into a grumble. He pressed his

bulky leather boot against the step of the shovel. The mud he lifted glinted with green shards of broken

bottles.

“My mistake,” Bryce said dryly. “You’re doing this to be decent.”

Harvey absolutely was doing it to be decent. To be good. Because Harvey might not have been the

person who killed this man or any of the other hundred who’d perished two nights ago at the party in St.

Morse Casino, but as long as he remained hopelessly in love with Bryce Balfour, he would always have

blood on his hands.

It was hard not to glance at his friend as he worked. Harvey hated to look at him. But he didn’t need

to—he had long ago memorized every agonizing detail of his face, his figure, his posture. Bryce could be

absent and still be Harvey’s distraction.

Harvey hated himself for it.

The body made a thump when he pushed it into the hole.

Harvey straightened, his back aching from the exertion, his fingers blistered even through his gloves. The

hours of rain had made the dried blood on the body and clothes run again, and the flattened brown

grass it had been lying on moments before was now flooded with red. Harvey watched as the puddles

washed the blood away, and he murmured a silent prayer that the rain would do the same for his

immortal soul.

“Harvey,” Bryce said sharply.

Harvey’s gaze shot toward him, and he flinched. Bryce hadn’t worn his brown-colored contacts since

that night at St. Morse, when he revealed himself to be a malison, someone with the talent to create

curses known as shades, a talent the world feared but hadn’t believed to truly exist. And despite always

knowing what Bryce was, Harvey wasn’t used to this adjustment.

Bryce’s malison scarlet eyes were a reminder of how low Harvey had fallen.

But Harvey’s gaze didn’t stop there—of course it didn’t. It traveled across Bryce’s face, down concave

cheekbones and lips chapped from kissing someone who wasn’t him. Down bony shoulders and a tall,

skinny frame, over threadbare clothes and a black wool coat that draped shapelessly over him. Harvey

lingered on the places he had kissed, on slender fingers and narrow hips and the smooth pale skin

between. Those memories haunted him.

Bryce didn’t pay Harvey’s staring any attention. He never did. His concentration was focused on the card

in his hand. He ran his thumb over its foiled gold back.

It was a Shadow Card, one of the cursed cards the Phoenix Club used to play the Shadow Game. Except

it wasn’t. Shadow Cards were silver. This one belonged to a different game, one Bryce and his girlfriend,

Rebecca, had devised themselves, one they had set in motion at St. Morse two nights prior. Harvey had

helped them deliver golden cards to every designated “player” across New Reynes, and now all that

remained was to wait for the star player to make a move.

“They’re here. I can feel it,” Bryce said hoarsely, squeezing the card so hard it bent.

By “they,” he meant the Bargainer. The City of Sin treated all of its legends with a hallowed reverence,

and this one was the oldest, most famous of them all: the wandering Devil who would bargain for

anything. Bryce had been obsessed with the tale for a year, ever since Rebecca had fallen sick. Despite

every effort—ethical or otherwise—Rebecca wasn’t improving, and Bryce had convinced himself that

her last hope for a cure was the Bargainer’s power. It was why he’d murdered all those people at St.

Morse—a desperate, ruthless attempt for the Bargainer’s attention.

I’ll sell my soul, if that’s what it takes, Bryce had once confided in Harvey, back when his smiles weren’t

so much like sneers, when he looked more like the boy Harvey used to love—the kinder version of

himself, the one Harvey couldn’t manage to let go of. Though Harvey had never voiced his opinion,

Bryce had lost his soul the moment he’d formulated this despicable plan.

They all had.

Harvey tried to ignore Bryce’s words. In the legend, the Bargainer approached people of their own

choosing. The only way to summon them directly was through chaos.

Surely Bryce wouldn’t attempt such evil, Harvey had once told himself.

But he had, and since that night at St. Morse, all of New Reynes seemed ablaze. The Scarhands, the

largest gang in the seedy North Side, had crumbled, their lord executed. Séance, the notorious assassin

of Chancellor Malcolm Semper, had been unmasked as both the last surviving Mizer and, to the city’s

shock, a seventeen-year-old girl from finishing school. Mafia donna Vianca Augustine had been shot

dead, and her son had won his election. Luckluster Casino had burned, and the Torren Family empire

along with it.

Thanks to Bryce, the City of Sin was in a state worse than chaos—it was in hell.

And now the Devil had returned home.

Even though Harvey was an accomplice in Bryce’s plans, the thought of all that had transpired—and all

that was still left to unfold—filled him with dread. He tried to focus on the shovel and the dirt and the

grave, on this one good thing, but his sins weighed heavy on his soul.

“Harvey,” Bryce snapped again. He never tolerated being ignored.

Harvey sighed. “How can you be certain the Bargainer is in New Reynes now?”

“I told you. I can feel it.”

At that moment, the rain began to fall harder, shifting from a drizzle into a downpour. Harvey’s brown

corkscrew curls stuck against his fair skin, and he wiped the water from his eyes.

“Why haven’t they come to me yet?” Bryce rasped, his hands trembling while he clutched his umbrella.

“I’m the one who summoned them. I deserve my bargain.”

“The legends never mentioned whether the Bargainer was prompt,” Harvey pointed out. He dumped

another pile of mud into the hole.

Bryce’s lips formed a thin line. He trudged over to the grave. The body was now entirely covered with

earth, but the plot was only half-filled. “That’s good enough. We should go back.”

“You can go. I’ll finish,” Harvey told him.

Bryce nodded and fiddled with his card anxiously. It was moments like these, when he looked so young

and vulnerable, that made Harvey weak. Because even if Bryce Balfour had lost his soul, Harvey still

kindled a hope that it could be found. That he could be the one to find it.

“Never mind,” Harvey murmured. “I’ll go with you.”

Harvey heaved his shovel over his shoulder, said a final prayer for Jac Mardlin and his unfinished,

unmarked grave, and followed his friend home.

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About the author

Amanda Foody has always considered imagination to be our best attempt at magic. After

spending her childhood longing to attend Hogwarts, she now loves to write about immersive

settings and characters grappling with insurmountable destinies. She holds a master's in

accountancy from Villanova University and a bachelor of arts in English literature from the

College of William and Mary.

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Author website: www.amandafoody.com

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