This week the ladies go up, up, and away in a dirigible full of sweet whispers and broken dreams in Susan Kaye Quinn’s, Third Daughter. They learn that sometimes dumb luck is all you need to be a successful spy, that if you are going to risk death climbing walls to meet a “lover” make it worthwhile, and the word lover and someone you make out with are not the same things.
Mallory develops “The Princess Rules: 101”. The first rule is: “Choose your own bodyguard.” Second rule is: “Do not assume a strange woman is the future kings’ lover.”
Tamu is just plain annoyed with this book.
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