Shielded
For fans of Sorcery of Thorns and Furyborn comes a thrilling new fantasy about a kingdom ravaged by war, and the princess who might be the key to saving not only those closest to her, but the kingdom itself, if she reveals the very secret that could destroy her.



The kingdom of Hálendi is in trouble. It's losing the war at its borders, and rumors of a new, deadlier threat on the horizon have surfaced. Princess Jennesara knows her skills on the battlefield would make her an asset and wants to help, but her father has other plans.



As the second-born heir to the throne, Jenna lacks the firstborn's-her brother's-magical abilities, so the king promises her hand in marriage to the prince of neighboring Turia in exchange for resources Hálendi needs. Jenna must leave behind everything she has ever known if she is to give her people a chance at peace.



Only, on the journey to reach her betrothed and new home, the royal caravan is ambushed, and Jenna realizes the rumors were wrong-the new threat is worse than anyone imagined. Now Jenna must decide if revealing a dangerous secret is worth the cost before it's too late-for her and for her entire kingdom.
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Shielded
For fans of Sorcery of Thorns and Furyborn comes a thrilling new fantasy about a kingdom ravaged by war, and the princess who might be the key to saving not only those closest to her, but the kingdom itself, if she reveals the very secret that could destroy her.



The kingdom of Hálendi is in trouble. It's losing the war at its borders, and rumors of a new, deadlier threat on the horizon have surfaced. Princess Jennesara knows her skills on the battlefield would make her an asset and wants to help, but her father has other plans.



As the second-born heir to the throne, Jenna lacks the firstborn's-her brother's-magical abilities, so the king promises her hand in marriage to the prince of neighboring Turia in exchange for resources Hálendi needs. Jenna must leave behind everything she has ever known if she is to give her people a chance at peace.



Only, on the journey to reach her betrothed and new home, the royal caravan is ambushed, and Jenna realizes the rumors were wrong-the new threat is worse than anyone imagined. Now Jenna must decide if revealing a dangerous secret is worth the cost before it's too late-for her and for her entire kingdom.
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Shielded

Shielded

by KayLynn Flanders

Narrated by Caitlin Davies

Unabridged — 11 hours, 36 minutes

Shielded

Shielded

by KayLynn Flanders

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Overview

For fans of Sorcery of Thorns and Furyborn comes a thrilling new fantasy about a kingdom ravaged by war, and the princess who might be the key to saving not only those closest to her, but the kingdom itself, if she reveals the very secret that could destroy her.



The kingdom of Hálendi is in trouble. It's losing the war at its borders, and rumors of a new, deadlier threat on the horizon have surfaced. Princess Jennesara knows her skills on the battlefield would make her an asset and wants to help, but her father has other plans.



As the second-born heir to the throne, Jenna lacks the firstborn's-her brother's-magical abilities, so the king promises her hand in marriage to the prince of neighboring Turia in exchange for resources Hálendi needs. Jenna must leave behind everything she has ever known if she is to give her people a chance at peace.



Only, on the journey to reach her betrothed and new home, the royal caravan is ambushed, and Jenna realizes the rumors were wrong-the new threat is worse than anyone imagined. Now Jenna must decide if revealing a dangerous secret is worth the cost before it's too late-for her and for her entire kingdom.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

07/27/2020

When 17-year-old Princess Jennesara of Hálendi learns she’s been betrothed to Prince Enzo of Turia to secure an alliance for her beleaguered land, which is under attack by outside forces and dark magic, she reluctantly agrees. However, on the way to Turia, a mage attacks her entourage, and she alone escapes; simultaneously, her father and brother are slain. After surviving a harrowing ordeal in the sorcerous Wild, Jennesara takes refuge under an assumed identity in the court of Turia, where she befriends Prince Enzo and his family. Even as she researches how to defeat her enemies and avenge her loved ones, Jennesara strives to master the magic she’s been forced to hide. But with traitors in court, she’s not sure who to trust. In this ambitious but complicated debut, Flanders pits her resourceful heroine against myriad threats, weaving action, intrigue, and romance into a fast-paced tale. With so many elements at play, some aspects feel underdeveloped—Jennesara careens from one crisis to the next with little recovery time, and her foes are more ciphers than fully fleshed characters. Nevertheless, there’s plenty to enjoy in this series opener. Ages 12–up. Agent: Laura Crockett, Triada US Literary. (July)

From the Publisher

A Whitney Award Nominee

A gorgeous fantasy that captivates from beginning to end, and a fierce heroine every reader will root for.” —KATHRYN PURDIE, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Burning Glass and Bone Crier’s Moon

“Beautiful writing, wondrous world building, and enchanting characters. This is YA fantasy at its most fun.” —DANA SWIFT, author of Cast in Firelight
 
“Intrigue, betrayal, and magical battles follow as . . . Flanders injects humor and a touch of
romance into this suspenseful debut novel packed with twists, turns, joy, and sorrow, and the first-person narrative runs the gamut of human emotion. The ending promises a sequel to an excellent start.” —Booklist

“[Shielded has] affable characters and moves at a solid clip that will keep readers entertained . . . with its mix of magic and political intrigue.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Weaving action, intrigue, and romance into a fast-paced tale . . . there’s plenty to enjoy in this series opener.” —Publishers Weekly

School Library Journal

07/24/2020

Gr 7 Up—Jennesara was second born, meaning she was not supposed to have magic. She has light hair and eyes, and the tell-tale sign of a white streak of hair was apparent on her brother, the firstborn. But she has a secret she has been keeping, braiding her hair her whole life to hide the white streak of her own. Jennesara finds out that she has been betrothed to the prince of Turia and is expected to leave in two days, just after her birthday. She must wed the prince, who has dark hair and eyes, and save her kingdom from the mages who threaten to destroy her home and her family. Jennesara is like many strong-willed, confident female characters. She is stubborn and learns quickly through trial and error. The story starts by world and character building and is somewhat slow, but quickly picks up the pace as soon as the action starts. While there are many stories about magic, Flanders has made magic a little different, and Flanders avoids the love triangle trope. VERDICT Fantasy lovers will be glad they chose to keep reading.—Rena Gibson, Ralph Ellison Lib., Oklahoma City

Kirkus Reviews

2020-05-02
A princess fights to save her kingdom while trying to conceal her magic.

On the eve of her 17th birthday, Princess Jennesara learns of her betrothal to the prince of Turia, an alliance made by her father to secure the neighboring kingdom’s military support in quelling the fighting at his borders. Before she is sent away to safety in Turia, she learns of other worrying developments brewing at home: A burned letter references a search for the mages’ library, illicit magic is being used in skirmishes at the borders, and there is a potential betrayal within her father’s circle of trust. She frets, too, about her own secret magic being discovered, for only her older brother, Ren, is supposed to possess magic. On their way to Turia, Jenna’s party is ambushed and she narrowly escapes. She is forced to fend for herself and find her own way to Turia to discover who betrayed her family and what secrets lie in the rumored mages’ library. Jenna conceals her identity and ingratiates herself with her betrothed’s family as she eludes the threat of a shadowy, sinister foe. Though overflowing with common fantasy tropes and featuring lengthy expository passages, this series opener nevertheless features affable characters and moves at a solid clip that will keep readers entertained. Jenna’s people are fair-haired while Turians are olive-skinned with dark hair.

May well beguile readers with its mix of magic and political intrigue. (Fantasy. 12-16)

Product Details

BN ID: 2940178780176
Publisher: Tantor Audio
Publication date: 07/27/2021
Series: Shielded , #1
Edition description: Unabridged
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

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Chapter One 

Even though my throat was as dry as the stone walls of the castle, a silvery ray of hope kept me anchored in the center of the crowded dining hall. Courtiers pressed in all around me, a sea of golden hair and sharp smiles. But not one of them was my brother. And not one of them was his best friend. 

“Princess Jennesara!” a shrill voice rang out. 

The conversations around me quieted. I ducked my head and pretended to fiddle with the delicate chain lacing the front of my too-tight bodice. A couple moved in front of me, and I took my chance to sidle away from the girl heading my way. 

I’d endured Lady Isarr’s poorly veiled interest in my brother through all four courses of dinner. I almost told her where she could corner Ren so she’d let me eat in peace. If he’d truly left me to fend for myself, maybe I still would. 

I rose on tiptoe, my hand clenched in the soft wool skirt of my dress, dismissing one blond head after another. 

“Pardon me,” I murmured as I brushed by a lord and lady whose names I’d forgotten. 

My seventeenth birthday was tomorrow, and most of my father’s court had come into Hálenborg when they’d learned we’d still be celebrating despite the attacks at our northern border that we couldn’t seem to quell. Most people had thought the fighting would be over in a month. It’d already been seven. 

The spectacle was not what I wanted. But the kingdom needed it, or so my father had told me. He’d said the celebration would be worth the resources it required, that Hálenborg could use a boost in morale. 

Dwindling resources aside, I’d rather be manning the upper battlements of the castle in a blizzard than chatting or dancing with courtiers. Because even if the white streak in my fair hair was hidden—and I made sure it was always hidden—their discerning scrutiny always left me feeling exposed. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad this year. Maybe Cris would finally ask me to partner for a dance. 

The haunting notes of the fidla players mingled with the voices of too many people trying to be heard, and pounded against my skull. My stomach flopped and churned, the delicious food weighing heavily now. Ren and Cris weren’t here. 

I touched my hair, making sure the elaborate plait was in place, and dodged around a woman’s skirt, admiring the ornamental dagger at her waist. My hand rubbed against the skirt of my own dress, where I wished my sword hung. My father and his court didn’t have a problem with women being soldiers—just with me being one. 

Lady Isarr stopped near the Turian ambassador, his black hair and olive skin standing in sharp contrast to everyone else. Her eyes raked over the room.

I ducked down and squeezed between a courtier’s dress and the cold wall. 

“—first messenger of the season arrived from Turia, and the king sent him straight back again,” the woman I was hiding behind said to her companion. 

My ears pricked up at that. What message had my father been so eager to send to our southern neighbors? 

“I heard . . . ,” her companion said, but she stopped when she caught sight of me crouching nearby. 

I jerked up and tried to sidestep out the door, but an iron sconce caught my braid, yanking me back. My attempt to extricate myself only tightened the sconce’s hold on my hair. My cheeks heated, and some of Ren’s more colorful curses ran through my mind. Maybe it was better he wasn’t here—he’d tease me about this for the next ten years. 

“Your Highness,” a man from the kitchens said, interrupting my frantic tugging. The candle in the sconce wobbled. “Let me help.” 

I tugged harder, wincing as several hairs were torn loose. “No, no, I’m all right,” I responded with a smile as fake as any courtier’s. One final pull, and at last I was free.

Those closest watched me with surprised stares and barely concealed smirks. Or, worse, pity. I kept one hand at my hair and the other on my heavy skirt. My cheeks must have been flaming red. “Excuse me,” I sputtered, and darted into the hallway. Had anyone seen the white strands? 

Cool air blasted into me, sending shivers along my neck. Spring should have warmed the castle more by now. 

“Princess!” Isarr’s screech rang above the muted conversation in the hall behind me. 

Did the girl never give up? I picked up my skirt and sprinted to the nearest door. 

The latch stuck.

“Come on,” I muttered with a glance over my shoulder. But instead of seeing Isarr, I spotted two men standing far down the hall. Was Cris here after all? The lighting was too dim for me to make out his features, but one of the men stood like him. Why were they conversing in the hall? 

Isarr still searched, her nose up in the air, like a hound sniffing me out. My fingers threaded through my ruined plait. No one, not even Cris, could be allowed to see the white in my hair. 

I rammed my shoulder into the door and slipped inside the retiring room, latching the lock carefully behind me. My heart tapped against my ribs as I leaned against the door. Isarr’s feathery steps passed. 

In the darkened room, I let loose a sigh that carried all the tension of the night. Being watched by so many was exhausting. 

Here, alone, my defenses could soften. I loosened the strip of leather from my plaited hair and ran my fingers against my scalp, pulling outward until the strands untangled. I tilted my head one way, then the other, stretching my neck and letting my wavy hair fall over my shoulders. 

Lingering traces of perfume and woodsmoke and old furniture finally settled me. My hands followed the motions they knew by heart, weaving my hair back into a braid that would conceal the white streak behind my temple again. 

I’d kept it a secret my whole life and shown Ren only after our mother had died. Even then, when he was five and I was three, he’d known I was an impossibility. The discoloration was no bigger than a coin, yet it marked me as dangerous. A challenge to his claim to the throne—a throne I didn’t want. 

I ran my hand over the finished braid. There were too many risks to leave my hair loose for long. 

My back and ribs ached from my heavy dress, and my bed called to me. Surely, no one would miss me if I didn’t return to the dining hall. 

Voices outside the door stopped me. “Did you see her hair?” one murmured, and another laughed. “She obviously braided it herself.” 

“Positively shameful,” came the reply.

The voices faded to whispers but didn’t disappear. I’d heard the comments before. I brushed my braid over my shoulder with a long exhale and moved to the dying embers in the fire. All sorts of rumors would snake through the castle if I emerged from a dark room by myself. I’d have to wait. 

I found the fire iron and prodded the embers until a small flame ignited. A charred scrap of parchment the size of my palm fluttered against my dress, then to the floor. 

I brushed a smudge of ash from the embroidery on my skirt, but it only smeared. “Glaciers,” I muttered. I snatched up the offending bit of parchment, ready to cast it back into the fire. But the tiny flame dancing in the hearth illuminated a single word.

 

Magic

 

The hairs on my arms shot straight up, and a waterfall of shivers skittered down my back. I poked the fire iron through the rest of the warm embers, but nothing more of the note remained. Though the edges of the scrap were blackened, I could read another word: my father’s name. 

I angled the scrap to the low flame to see what else I could make out.

 

Magic may indeed be our only hope to stop the destruction. 

—search for the mages’ library has been unfruitful. The key must lie in Hálendi or—

 

A hole ringed with black had destroyed the next part, but then:

 

—strange magic on the front lines. Herds of cattle now husks in the fields, collapsed mines, villages—

 

The cold in the empty room wrapped around me, tightening until my bones ached. Did my father know about this? He must, but the note now cradled in my palm had been burned in the retiring room—not in his study, nor in the council room. 

The muscles in my shoulders and neck tightened as if preparing for a fight. The magic of old had been banished ages ago. Now it was only supposed to be inherited by the heir to the throne of Hálendi, by my brother, Ren—his magic marked by the customary white streak of hair near the temple. How could there be magic on the front lines? 

Unease prickled along my scalp. I’d spent my entire life hiding my magic. Who else out there was hiding magic as well?

I tucked the scrap into my pocket, then cleaned my blackened fingertips on the underside of the rug. I paused at the door, my hand on the latch, and closed my eyes. 

In the quiet, I let my magic swirl to life. The tethers hummed inside me like silken cords emanating from just under my ribs, connecting me to my father and brother. As I focused on those threads, the soft hum of Ren’s excitement and my father’s anxiety seeped into me, mixing with my own feelings. 

As far as I could tell, that was the extent of my magic—a one-way glimpse into their emotions. Nothing that could lend me an edge in battle. Nothing like Ren, who could heal others with his magic. 

The door to the retiring room creaked as I eased into the now-empty hall. The gentle tug of the tethers pulled me down one hallway after another, the emotions of my remaining family threading tighter the closer I got. 

The charred message sat heavily in my pocket with every step. When I reached my father’s study, inky blackness coated the hall—the sconces hadn’t been lit in this part of the castle. Muffled voices seeped through the crack under the door, and the tethers within me quivered. I knew who was inside. 

With a furrowed brow, I stared hard at the door. What could they be meeting about with all of court in the dining hall? I pursed my lips, then tiptoed closer. It took only a moment to find the spot where the door had warped away from the frame. A wisp of my father’s voice escaped through the gap. 

“Our troops are spread too thin. No one can know of your journey to . . .” 

The sound faded as though he’d turned away. My breath froze and withered in my lungs like the last rose in the first frost. Where was he sending Ren? 

I pulled the door open, slipping inside before I could second-guess myself. 

My father’s study was sturdy and efficient and all hard angles. He was standing behind his desk, the fire’s light casting deep shadows on his face. 

“What are you doing here?” A vein on his forehead bulged, and his anger blasted through his tether into me, followed by worry and the tiniest hint of . . . relief? 

“Where are you sending Ren?” I asked before either of them could tell me to leave. 

“You were not meant for this conversation, Jennesara.” My father’s sharp reprimand lashed toward me, but I stood firm, clinging to that hint of relief to keep his emotions from overwhelming my own. 

“Maybe not, but I’m here now, and I deserve to know,” I replied, my stance wide, ready for the fight. “Please?” I added when I felt him softening. 

My father rubbed his temple. “You have to promise to guard this secret. You cannot breathe a word of it to anyone.” 

“I won’t tell a soul, Father. I promise.” I held on to my skirt to keep my trembling hands from betraying my desperation. If only he knew how well I could keep a secret. 

He sat and gestured for me to sit next to Ren. My brother’s blue eyes locked with mine as I slid into the chair, a barely concealed grin pulling at his cheeks. Yet underneath his excitement for whatever task my father had assigned him, a flicker of annoyance darkened his tether. I swallowed back the uncomfortable sensation and smiled back, though my expression faded quickly. 

“It’s been seven months, and we still haven’t been able to pinpoint where the attacks at the border are coming from,” my father said. “There are reports of a main camp within the borders of the Ice Deserts.” 

I tilted my head. “But only scattered bands of wanderers and banished criminals live in the Ice Deserts. How are they crossing into Hálendi?” Our border was protected by ancient magic. For anyone—let alone an army—to cross, was . . . unthinkable. 

“I don’t know.” My father hesitated a moment and touched the Medallion that always hung around his neck. The runes engraved on the palm-sized surface were darkened and smooth with age. “But with Atháren leading the troops closer to the front lines, we can finally get one step ahead of them.” 

I tightened my grip on the chair at the mention of his plans for my brother. “How close to the front lines?”

His jaw set, and he folded his hands on his desk, the picture of confidence. Yet a tiny seed of doubt seeped into me through his tether. “I am sending Atháren to North Watch.” 

His words punched into me. Four days north, all the way to the border. I wanted Ren to tell me it was a joke, that he would never leave me behind, but he only sat taller, anticipation simmering through his tether, making my heart beat faster. 

“But he’s only nineteen!” I started. My thumb rubbed at a ribbon of embroidery on my skirt, up and down, again and again, as I scrambled for any excuse to keep my brother with me. “And I beat him in our last sparring match, and—” 

“I can do it, Father,” Ren said as he kicked my leg. “Thank you for trusting me with this.”

I should be happy for him—he’d been training his entire life to become king, and now he had a chance to prove himself. But alongside my fear for his safety, a dark streak of envy grew inside me, twisting and tumbling like a stream overflowing with spring runoff. 

“What about the magic being used against us?” I persisted. “Ren’s magic is for healing, not fighting.”

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