AKA: mis puia (my wife)
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Motto: There’s no cost to kindness
Desires: To shape her own destiny
Weapon of Choice: Sword
Description: “I knew crimson should be your color.” He smiled and, grabbing the mirror from the table, held it in front of me. “Look now.” An awkward girl with big child’s eyes and a woman’s slender cheeks stared back at me. Where had I imagined a change? I was only myself in a better dress. There in the mirror was vanity’s punishment, a true reflection of plainness no jewel could make beauty.
Discussion Questions For Amarys?
- Does Amarys become more like Leoric?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What’s your best-loved quote?
- What could Amarys have done different?
- What do you think about Amarys’ feelings towards Calandre?
- Should Amarys have listened more to Treowyn?
The dreams became more vivid and cruel, grisly and personal, and sometimes more real than waking life. They would chase me through the days, piercing my thoughts with sharp, shining fragments I’d nearly forgotten. Courage doesn’t exist without fear. So seeming nothing more than ordinary, I was constantly courageous; always afraid. I built walls and towers in my mind stronger than LeMerle’s damned donjon, and when I raced for their safety, no one could reach me. No one but Leoric. He always searched out the crack in the mortar, the open window, the gate unguarded.