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About the Author

Amelia Atwater-Rhodes grew up in Concord, Massachusetts. Born in 1984, she wrote her first novel, In the Forests of the Night, praised as "remarkable" (Voice of Youth Advocates) and "mature and polished" (Booklist), when she was thirteen. Other books in the Den of Shadows series are Demon in My View, Shattered Mirror, and Midnight Predator, all ALA-YALSA Quick Picks for Young Adults. She has also published the five-volume series the Kiesha’ra of the Den of Shadows, here for the first time in one volume: Hawksong, a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year and a Voice of Youth Advocates Best Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror Selection; Snakecharm; Falcondance; Wolfcry, an IRA-CBC Young Adults’ Choice; and Wyvernhail. Her most recent books are Persistence of Memory and Token of Darkness.

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Chapter 1    

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and narrowly avoided retching from the sharp, well-known stench that surrounded me.  

The smell of hot avian blood spattered on the stones, and cool serpiente blood that seemed ready to dissolve the skin off my hands if I touched it. The smell of burned hair and feathers and skin of the dead smoldered in the fire of a dropped lantern. Only the fall of rain all the night before had kept that fire from spreading through the clearing to the woods.  

From the forest to my left, I heard the desperate, strangled cry of a man in pain.  

I started to move toward the sound, but when I took a step through the trees in his direction, I came upon a sight that made my knees buckle, my breath freezing as I fell to the familiar body.  

Golden hair, so like my own, was swept across the boy's eyes, closed forever now but so clear in my mind. His skin was gray in the morning light, covered with a light spray of dew. My younger brother, my only brother, was dead.  

Like our sister and our father years ago, like our aunts and uncles and too many friends, Xavier Shardae was forever grounded. I stared at his still form, willing him to take a breath and open eyes whose color would mirror my own. I willed myself to wakeup from this nightmare.  

I could not be the last. The last child of Nacola Shardae, who was all the family I had left now.  

I wanted to scream and weep, but a hawk does not cry, especially here on the battlefield, in the midst of the dead and surrounded only by her guards. She does not scream or beat the ground and curse the sky.  

Among my kind, tears were considered a disgrace to the dead and shame among the living.  

Avian reserve. It kept the heart from breaking with each new death. It kept the warriors fighting a war no one could win. It kept me standing when I had nothing to stand for but bloodshed.  

I could not cry for my brother, though I wanted to.  

I pushed the sounds away, forcing my lips not to tremble. Only one heavy breath escaped me, wanting to be a sigh. I lifted my dry eyes to the guards who stood about me protectively in the woods.  

"Take him home," I ordered, my voice wavering a bit despite my resolve.  

"Shardae, you should come home, too."  

I turned to Andreios, the captain of the most elite flight in the avian army, and took in the worried expression in his soft brown eyes. The crow had been my friend for years before he had been my guard, and I began to nod assent to his words.  

Another cry from the woods made me freeze. I started toward it, but Andreios caught my arm just above the elbow. "Not that one, milady."  

Normally I would have trusted his judgment without question, but not here on the battlefield. I had been walking these bloody fields whenever I could ever since I was twelve; I could not avert my eyes when we were in the middle of this chaos and someonewas pleading, with what was probably his last breath, for help. "And why not, Andreios?"  

The crow knew he was in trouble the instant I addressed him by his full name instead of his childhood nickname of Rei, but he kept on my heels as I stepped around the slain bodies and closer to the voice. The rest of his flight fell back, out of sightin their second forms--crows and ravens, mostly. They would take my brother home only when it did not mean leaving me alone here.  

"Dani." In return, I knew Rei was serious when he lapsed into the informal and used my nickname, Dani, instead of a respectful title or my surname, Shardae. Even when we were alone, Rei rarely called me Danica. It was an entreaty to our lifelong friendshipwhen he used that nickname where someone else could hear it, and so I paused to listen. "That's Gregory Cobriana. You don't want his blood on your hands."  

For a moment the name meant nothing to me. With his hair streaked with blood and his expression a mask of pain, Gregory Cobriana could have been anyone's brother, husband or son. But then I recognized the stark black hair against his fair skin, the onyxsignet ring on his left hand and, as he looked up, the deep garnet eyes that were a trademark of the Cobriana line, just as molten gold eyes were characteristic of my own family.  

I did not have the energy to rage. Every emotion I had was cloaked in the shield of reserve I had learned since I was a chick.  

Evidently the serpiente prince recognized me as well, for his pleas caught in his throat, and his eyes closed.   I stepped toward him and heard a flutter of movement as my guards moved closer, ready to intervene if the fallen man was a threat.  

With all his various scratches and minor injuries, it was hard to tell where the worst of the damage was. I saw a broken leg, possibly a broken arm; either of those he could heal from.  

What would I do if that was the worst? If he was hurt, but not too hurt to survive? This was the man who had led the soldiers that had killed my brother and his guards. Would I turn my back so the Royal Flight could finish what all these fallen fightershad not?  

For a moment I thought of taking my knife and putting it in his heart or slitting his throat myself and ending the life this creature still held while my brother lay dead.  

Despite my guards' protest, I went again to my knees, this time beside the enemy. I looked at that pale face and tried to summon the fury I needed.   His eyes fluttered open and met mine. A muddy shade of red, Gregory Cobriana's eyes were filled with pain, sorrow and fear. The fear struck me the most. This boy looked a couple of years younger than I was, too young to deserve this horror, too young todie.  

Bile rose in my throat. I loved my brother, but I could not murder his killer. I could not look into the eyes of a boy terrified of death and shaking from pain and feel hatred. This was a life: serpiente, yes, but still a life; who was I to steal it?  

Only as I recoiled did I see the wound on his stomach, where a knife had dragged itself raggedly across the soft flesh, one of the most painful of mortal blows. The attacker must have been killed before he could finish the deed.   Perhaps my brother had held the knife. Had he lain dying alone like this afterward?  

I felt a sob choke my throat and couldn't stop it. Gregory Cobriana was the enemy, but here on the battlefield he was just another brother to another sister, fallen on the field. I could not cry for my own brother; he would not want me to. But I foundmyself crying for this hated stranger and the endless slaughter that I had almost contributed to.  

I spun on Rei. "This is why this stupid war goes on. Because even when he's dying, you can only feel your hate," I spat, too quietly for the serpiente prince to hear me.  

"If I was in this man's place, I would pray for someone to kneel by my side," I continued. "And I wouldn't care if that person was Zane Cobriana himself."  

Rei knelt awkwardly beside me. For a moment, his hand touched my hand, unexpectedly. His gaze met mine, and I heard him sigh quietly with understanding.  

I turned back to the serpiente. "I'm here; don't fret," I said as I smoothed black hair from Gregory's face.  

His eyes filled with tears and he muttered something that sounded like "Thank you." Then he looked straight up at me and said, "End it. Please."  

These words made me wince. I had been thinking the same thing just moments before, but even though I knew he was asking me to stop the pain, I did not want mine to be the hand that ended another's life.  

"Dani?" Rei asked worriedly when a tear fell from my eyes onto Gregory's hand.  

I shook my head and wrapped my hand around Gregory's cool one. The muscles tightened, and then he was gripping my hand like it was his last anchor to earth.  

When I drew the knife from my waist, Rei caught my wrist and shook his head.  

Quietly, so Gregory could not hear, I argued, "It could take him hours to die like this."  

"Let the hours pass," Rei answered, though I could see the muscles in his jaw tighten. "Serpiente believe in mercy killing, but not when it's the other side who does it. Not when it's the heir to the Tuuli Thea who ends the life of one of their two survivingprinces."  

We sat in the field most of the day, until Gregory's grip on my hand loosened and his ragged breathing froze.  

As I had often done for dying avian soldiers, I sang to pass the time, and to distract him from the pain. The songs were about freedom. They were about children, able to play and sing and dance without worrying that they would be harmed.  

The song I loved most of all, though, was the one my mother used to sing to me when I was a child, before I had been given round-the-clock nurses, maids, servants and guards. It was from long before my mother had become a distant queen with too much dignity to show affection even to her last remaining daughter. I would have given up all the pampering and all the respect I had earned those past few years if I could have climbed into her arms and gone back to a time when I was still too young to understand thatmy father, my sister and now my brother had been butchered in this war, which had been going on so long nobody could tell anymore what it was about or who had started it.  

I had heard of avians and serpiente who had lived five hundred years or more, but no one did that now. Not in a time when both sides slaughtered each other so frequently, and so efficiently.  

The only male child left to inherit the serpiente throne was Zane Cobriana, a creature whose name was rarely mentioned in polite avian society, and if he died . . . hopefully the murderous royal house of the serpiente would die with him. Yet now that Gregory Cobriana, the youngest and last brother of our greatest enemy, was dead in front of me, I could not be grateful for the loss. All I could do was sing gently the old childhood lullaby called "Hawksong" that my mother had sung to me long ago.    

I wish to you sunshine, my dear one, my dear one. And treetops for you to soar past. I wish to you innocence, my child, my child. I pray you don't grow up too fast.  

Never know pain, my dear one, my dear one. Nor hunger nor fear nor sorrow. Never know war, my child, my child. Remember your hope for tomorrow.

By the time I found sleep that night, back in the Hawk's Keep, my throat was tight with too many tears unshed, screams unuttered and prayers whose words I could never seem to find.

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Product Details

  • Age Range: 12 and up
  • Grade Level: 7 and up
  • Series: Kiesha'ra
  • Paperback: 976 pages
  • Publisher: Delacorte Press (January 12, 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0385739508
  • ISBN-13: 978-0385739504
  • Product Dimensions: 5.9 x 2 x 8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 1.6 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.6 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (41 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #162,965 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Amelia Atwater-Rhodes wrote her first novel, In the Forests of the Night, when she was 13 years old. Other books in the Den of Shadows series are Demon in My View, Shattered Mirror, Midnight Predator, all ALA Quick Picks for Young Adults. She has also published the five-volume series The Kiesha'ra: Hawksong, a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year and VOYA Best Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror List Selection; Snakecharm; Falcondance; Wolfcry; and Wyvernhail. Visit her online at

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7 of 8 people found the following review helpful By Black Butterfly on July 27, 2010
Format: Paperback
This book actually comprises the five short books in this series, and it is very nice to have a series all in one place.

In this world there are shapeshifters of various kinds and in a refreshing change from werewolves the major focus for most of the books is on the Serpiente (snake shapeshifters) and the Avians (bird shapeshifters). These two species of shapeshifter have been at war since time immemorial. In the first book, Hawksong, the heirs to each respective throne decide to wed in an attempt to create peace. The first two books focus on Danica and Zane and their efforts to unite their respective peoples. The third book's protagonist is Nicias, the son of two falcon exiles living among the avians. In this book we start to learn more of the secrets of the falcons, why they are so powerful compared with other shifters, and why they want to keep the avians and serpiente apart. The fourth book focuses on the wyvern Oliza, daughter of Danica and Zane and her struggle to make the best choices for her combined people. The final book follows Hai, a mongrel falcon/serpiente plagued by visions trying to save the avians and serpiente from the terrible future she has seen.

Each books' short length makes them quick to read and the pacing is well done with a nice mix of action and romance. The first book is the most romantic as Danica and Zane try to overcome their respective prejudices and different cultures in an intially purely political alliance and find love. The world building mostly focuses on the featured shapeshifters and their cultures, but is well done and an original take on the shapeshifter genre. The emotion in the books is well rendered and the main characters are generally likeable.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By A. Price on October 18, 2010
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The Kiesha'ra series is my favorite non-movie series out there. I have admired Atwater-Rhodes' work since I was 14 and I read 'Demon in my View'. It got me into the pro-vampire phase that made me like Twilight, but 'DimV' was ENTIRELY different from Twilight.

This series- The Kiesha'ra series- is difficult to explain to those who avoid shapeshifter stories because of Twilight. This is NOT Twilight, I repeat, NOT Twilight. This is... Good! I mean, Hawksong (Book 1) is about the ending of a centuries-long war between two groups of people, the avian and the serpiente. It follows the soon-to-be Tuuli Thea (Queen) of the avian people, Danica Shardae, and her desires to end the war and live up to her people's wishes. It is truely heart-warming and an amazing story that gives you passion without being adult, gives you a female character who can be a lady but not a wuss, and a male character who is as smarmy as they come, but can also be sweet.

If you like the Kiesha'ra series at all, get this compilation. If you like Twilight, try this compilation, you may like it. If you hate Twilight, but like the ideas of shapeshifters, then read this series!
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6 of 8 people found the following review helpful By Olya on March 14, 2011
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If I was reviewing Hawksong (which I have), I would give this book a five. Alas, this book includes all novels of the series.

The problem with this book is that the author falls in love with the tale of Zane and Danica at the beginning, making it difficult to accept where Amelia takes the overall plot. I adored Hawksong, because of which I despised the later books. Snakecharm was alright, I guess, but the remaining books took several plot elements a little too far (I would go more indepth, but would prefer to not spoil it), which led to me not liking them as much.

My recommendation? Buy Hawksong on its own. It is the best book in the series, and you would not want to read the others at the risk of them ruining the first.
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By DrummerX on August 20, 2014
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Welcome to a world of avian and serpentine humans. Not the shapeshifters of Anita Blake or True Blood, these shifters are as much the animal they become as human. Avians live in elevated roosts, while serpents prefer to be coiled in a den. The two are opposite in every way, and have been at war for generations. What could end the conflict?

Atwater-Rhodes does an excellent job of setting the world without feeling like exposition. Within a few pages, the reader understands the years of hatred and mistrust, can visualize a soaring palace rising into the clouds, and feel a part of a world where, instead of countries, tribes of shapeshifters rule.

These books do have romance, but nothing vulgar. Any child old enough to be interested in reading this on their own would not find the content inappropriate. Language is not an issue, and violence is not explicitly described.

I read each of the five contained novels separately, but each in a single setting. I could not put them down. The final novel did have a disappointing ending, not because of the touchy subject, but just because it didn't really make sense in the universe. Still, the last three chapters in the last book should not discourage you to read this.

Recommended if you like paranormal romances, such as the Mortal Instruments, True Blood, Twilight, Sunshine (McKinley), Blood and Chocolate (Klause), etc..
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