دانلود رمان انگلیسی “سایه‌وار، رمانی معمایی و عاشقانه که به آرامی می‌سوزد”

Walk across the courtyard and get a glass of wine, Lysandra. No one will notice if you’re quick. The night is stifling, and the wine fountain beckons, but I press my back against the cool marble column instead. This spot is too good to give up; no one has approached me in the last hour, but I’m visible enough that Seran can’t accuse me of hiding. I’ll just go thirsty. Better to get through this party unbothered and unburned. I don’t know why Seran insisted I come tonight. I usually spend my birthday alone. But an hour before sunset, he showed up at my door with an order to attend and a dress with barely enough fabric to count as a scarf over one arm. So here I am, one year older, not hiding against this marble column in a scrap of silk, not counting the minutes until I can return to the Sunrise Palace. The courtyard spins around me, chatter and clinking glasses and gold flashing under rows of glowing torches. I check the positions of the people who could make tonight miserable. I’m about as far away from my father as I can get without being in the hedges. Emperor Belzas sits on a dais, his flame-red hair swooping upward, his tanned skin burnished like he spends his days in the sun instead of this white marble palace. Even from here, I can see the heat waving the air around him. I’m usually beneath his notice, and I doubt tonight will be any different, especially considering he’s distracted. A woman in his lap giggles and tosses her white-blonde hair. She has one thigh draped over his armrest, her skin a shade past rosy from the heat. He plucks a grape from a golden dish and presses it to her mouth, his thumb following the fruit between her lips. She holds his gaze and sucks until her cheeks hollow. Impressive that she can do that without choking. Mother must be thrilled. Thank goodness I haven’t spotted the empress yet tonight.