Author Biography

Gin Phillips is the award-winning author of The Well and the Mine and Come In and Cover Me. She lives in Birmingham, Alabama, with her family.

Review

"A heart-thumping thriller . . . The story flies by like a gazelle being chased by a lion and is easily consumed in a single sitting."
—The New York Times Book Review

"Heart-stopping . . . A stunning novel you'll be talking about all summer long."
—Bustle

"A shot of pure adrenaline. But it's not just the action that will keep you turning pages: Fierce Kingdom is a moving story too."
—Entertainment Weekly

"Gin Phillips's heartpounding novel will have readers questioning what lengths a mother would go to in order to save her child . . . or someone else's."
—Real Simple 

"A page-turning, adrenaline-soaked read."
—The Guardian

"Extreme heart-pounding adventure, right this way. Fierce Kingdom is the perfect summer thriller."
—HelloGiggles

"The premise of this novel will send chills down the spine of any parent—and keep them turning pages into the wee hours."
—Newsday

"Fierce Kingdom is gripping and almost impossible to put down."
—The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

"Because we make fun of helicopter parents for the lengths they go to to keep perfectly safe children even safer, we can can forget that, for children, safety is a kind of love—and that makes Fierce Kingdom a terrifying book, but more importantly, a beautiful one."
—NPR

"By introducing the threat of violence, the book amplifies everyday domestic concerns, producing a kind of crystallization of the experience of parenthood."
—The New Yorker

"Fierce Kingdom unfolds at a rapid-fire pace with each chapter upping the tension and danger."
—BookPage

"A powerhouse of a read that balances empathy and fear as it poses complex questions about human nature."
—Washington Independent Review of Books

"This heroine proves that a mom protecting her son is indisputably the fiercest creature in the animal world."
—RedBook

"Fierce Kingdom is a novel that crackles with tension and danger. . . . Do yourself a favor and devour this book before the inevitable movie premiere."
—New York Journal of Books

"This adrenaline-fueled thriller shows the animal instinct of one mother's love and the ferocity with which she fights to protect her son."
—Read it Forward

"It tore at every maternal fiber in my body. I couldn't put it down." 
—Fiona Barton, New York Times bestselling author of The Widow

"Fierce Kingdom is a bold exploration of the ferocity of a mother's love—riveting and beautiful, and all too real. You'll find yourself asking, what would I do? It's brilliant."
—Shari Lapena, New York Times bestselling author of The Couple Next Door

"I devoured it in one breathless sitting. Outstanding."
—Clare Mackintosh, New York Times bestselling author of I Let You Go

"This is an elegant, taut, and tense survival story that explores the boundaries of parental love. By pitting love against fear, Gin Phillips questions the opposing forces of family bonds and shows how fierce one mother's love can be."
 —Claire Cameron, author of The Last Neanderthal and The Bear
 
"I loved this book not only as a mother, but as a woman—and a feminist—living in a world teeming with pressing domestic details along with unpredictable, casual violence."
 —Susanna Daniel, award-winning author of Sea Creatures

"Phillips' characters are exquisitely rendered, her prose is artful and evocative . . . Poignant and profound, this adrenaline-fueled thriller will shatter readers like a bullet through bone."
—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

"A searing exploration of motherhood at its most basic."
—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"Phillips manages to combine beautiful imagery with heart-pounding, nerve-fraying intensity. . . . Fans of literary page-turners, like Sunil Yapa's Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of a Fist, won't want to miss this."
—Booklist (starred review)

"Fierce Kingdom is stunning and extraordinary; keep the defibrillator handy."
—Shelf Awareness (starred review)

Review Quote

"A heart-thumping thriller . . . The story flies by like a gazelle being chased by a lion and is easily consumed in a single sitting." --The New York Times Book Review "Heart-stopping . . . A stunning novel you''ll be talking about all summer long." --Bustle "A shot of pure adrenaline. But it''s not just the action that will keep you turning pages: Fierce Kingdom is a moving story too." --Entertainment Weekly "Gin Phillips''s heartpounding novel will have readers questioning what lengths a mother would go to in order to save her child . . . or someone else''s." --Real Simple "A page-turning, adrenaline-soaked read." --The Guardian "Extreme heart-pounding adventure, right this way. Fierce Kingdom is the perfect summer thriller." --HelloGiggles "The premise of this novel will send chills down the spine of any parent--and keep them turning pages into the wee hours." -- Newsday " Fierce Kingdom is gripping and almost impossible to put down." -- The Atlanta Journal-Constitution "Because we make fun of helicopter parents for the lengths they go to to keep perfectly safe children even safer, we can can forget that, for children, safety is a kind of love--and that makes Fierce Kingdom a terrifying book, but more importantly, a beautiful one." --NPR "By introducing the threat of violence, the book amplifies everyday domestic concerns, producing a kind of crystallization of the experience of parenthood." --The New Yorker "Fierce Kingdom unfolds at a rapid-fire pace with each chapter upping the tension and danger." -- BookPage "A powerhouse of a read that balances empathy and fear as it poses complex questions about human nature." --Washington Independent Review of Books "This heroine proves that a mom protecting her son is indisputably the fiercest creature in the animal world." -- RedBook " Fierce Kingdom is a novel that crackles with tension and danger. . . . Do yourself a favor and devour this book before the inevitable movie premiere." --New York Journal of Books "This adrenaline-fueled thriller shows the animal instinct of one mother''s love and the ferocity with which she fights to protect her son." --Read it Forward "It tore at every maternal fiber in my body. I couldn''t put it down." --Fiona Barton, New York Times bestselling author of The Widow " Fierce Kingdom is a bold exploration of the ferocity of a mother''s love--riveting and beautiful, and all too real. You''ll find yourself asking, what would I do? It''s brilliant." --Shari Lapena, New York Times bestselling author of The Couple Next Door "I devoured it in one breathless sitting. Outstanding." --Clare Mackintosh, New York Times bestselling author of I Let You Go "This is an elegant, taut, and tense survival story that explores the boundaries of parental love. By pitting love against fear, Gin Phillips questions the opposing forces of family bonds and shows how fierce one mother''s love can be." --Claire Cameron, author of The Last Neanderthal and The Bear "I loved this book not only as a mother, but as a woman--and a feminist--living in a world teeming with pressing domestic details along with unpredictable, casual violence." --Susanna Daniel, award-winning author of Sea Creatures "Phillips'' characters are exquisitely rendered, her prose is artful and evocative . . . Poignant and profound, this adrenaline-fueled thriller will shatter readers like a bullet through bone." -- Kirkus Reviews (starred review) "A searing exploration of motherhood at its most basic." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review) "Phillips manages to combine beautiful imagery with heart-pounding, nerve-fraying intensity. . . . Fans of literary page-turners, like Sunil Yapa''s Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of a Fist , won''t want to miss this." -- Booklist (starred review) " Fierce Kingdom is stunning and extraordinary; keep the defibrillator handy." --Shelf Awareness (starred review)

Discussion Question for Reading Group Guide

1. The entire novel takes place over the course of about three hours. Discuss what techniques the author uses to create a sense of urgency over the course of the story. 2. The author is very sparing in the details she reveals about Joan's life prior to this day at the zoo. Why do you think the author does this? What effect does this have on the storytelling? 3. Do you agree with the way that Joan explains the situation to Lincoln? 4. Why do you think part of the story is told through Robby's point of view? Are we meant to sympathize with him? 5. What do you make of Joan's decision not to help the woman with the crying baby? What would you do if you were in Joan's shoes? 6. Why do you think Robby is so respectful of Mrs. Powell? Is it important that Mrs. Powell remembers him? If she hadn't, do you think he still would have let her go? Why do you think Robby lets Mrs. Powell go? 7. What do you make of Joan's decision not to follow Robby's suggestion to go toward the sea lions? Do you agree with her choice? What would you have done? 8. Over the course of the novel, Joan has prioritized the survival of her son, choosing not to help others when given the opportunity. Why do you think she ultimately decides to put her own safety at risk to help Kailynn when Kailynn is cornered by Mark and Robby? Does Joan choose to help Kailynn only because she no longer has Lincoln by her side? 9. What do you make of the ending of the novel? Do you think Joan survives? 10. What role do stories--television shows, movies, family anecdotes--play in the novel? How do stories shape these characters and their actions (for better or worse)?

Excerpt from Book

4:55 p.m. For a long while Joan has managed to balance on the balls of her bare feet, knees bent, skirt skimming the dirt. But now her thighs are giving out, so she puts a hand down and eases onto the sand. Something jabs at her hip bone. She reaches underneath her leg and fishes out a small plastic spear-no longer than a finger-and it is no surprise, because she is always finding tiny weapons in unexpected places. "Did you lose a spear?" she asks. "Or is this one a scepter?" Lincoln does not answer her, although he takes the piece of plastic from her open hand. He apparently has been waiting for her lap to become available-he backs up, settling himself comfortably on her thighs, not a speck of sand on him. He has a fastidiousness about him; he never did like finger painting. "Do you want a nose, Mommy?" he asks. "I have a nose," she says. "Do you want an extra one?" "Who wouldn''t?" His dark curls need to be cut again, and he swipes them off his forehead. The leaves float down around them. The wooden roof, propped up on rough, round timber, shades them completely, but beyond it, the gray gravel is patterned with sunlight and shadows, shifting as the wind blows through the trees. "Where are you getting these extra noses?" she asks. "The nose store." She laughs, settling back on her hands, giving in to the feel of the clinging dirt. She flicks a few wettish grains from under her fingernails. The Dinosaur Discovery Pit is always damp and cold, never touched by the sun, but despite the sand on her skirt and the leaves stuck to her sweater, this is perhaps her favorite part of the zoo-off the main paths, past the merry-go-round and the petting barn and the rooster cages, back through the weedy, wooded area labeled only woodlands. It is mostly trees and rocks and a few lonely animals back here along the narrow gravel paths: There is a vulture that lives in a pen with, for some reason, a rusted-out pickup truck. An owl that glares at a hanging chew toy. Wild turkeys that are always sitting, unmoving; she is not positive that they actually have legs. She imagines some cruel hunter''s prank, some sweat-stained necklace strung with turkey feet. She likes the haphazard strangeness of these woods, which are always shifting into some halfhearted try at an actual attraction. Currently a zip line is strung through the trees, although she never sees anyone zip-lining. She remembers animatronic dinosaurs here a couple of years earlier, and once there was a haunted ghost trail. There are hints at more distant incarnations: large boulders that she assumes are real but possibly are not, plus split-log fences and a pioneer cabin. No obvious purpose to any of it. Empty cement pools might have been watering holes for large mammals. There are occasional efforts at a nature trail, random signage that makes a walk feel less anchored rather than more-one tree labeled sassafras while the twenty trees around it go nameless. "Now, let me tell you something," Lincoln begins, his hand landing on her knee. "Do you know what Odin could use?" She does, in fact, know a great deal about Norse gods lately. "An eye store?" she says. "Yes, actually. Because then he could stop wearing his eye patch." "Unless he likes his eye patch." "Unless that," Lincoln agrees. The sand around them is scattered with small plastic heroes and villains-Thor and Loki; Captain America, Green Lantern, and Iron Man. Everything comes back to superheroes lately. Pretend skeletons lurk beneath them in this sand pit-the vertebrae of some extinct animal protrude from the sand behind them, and there is a bucket of worn-down paintbrushes for brushing off the sand. She and Lincoln used to come here and dig for dinosaur bones, back in his former life as a three-year-old. But now, two months after his fourth birthday, he is several incarnations past his old archaeologist self. The dinosaur pit is currently the Isle of Silence, the prison where Loki, Thor''s trickster brother, has been imprisoned, and-when questions of extra noses don''t arise-the air has been echoing with the sounds of an epic battle as Thor tries to make Loki confess to creating a fire demon. Lincoln leans forward, and his epic resumes. "The vile villain cackled," Lincoln narrates. "But then Thor had an idea!" He calls them his stories, and they can last for hours if she lets them. She prefers the ones where he invents his own characters. He''s concocted a villain named Horse Man, who turns people into horses. His nemesis is Horse Von, who turns those horses back into people. A vicious cycle. Joan is half-aware of Lincoln''s voice changing tones and inflections as he takes his different characters through their paces. But she is pleasantly drifting. In the mornings these paths would be crowded with strollers and mothers in yoga pants, but by late afternoon most visitors have cleared out. She and Lincoln come here sometimes after she picks him up from school-they alternate between the zoo and the library and the parks and the science museum-and she steers him to the woods when she can. Here there are crickets, or something that sounds like crickets, and birds calling and leaves rustling but no human sounds except for Lincoln calling out his dialogue. He has absorbed the patter of superhero talk, and he can regurgitate it and make it his own. "There was a secret weapon on his belt!" "His evil plan had failed!" He is vibrating with excitement. Every part of him is shaking, from the balls of his feet to his chuffy fists. Thor bobs through the air, and Lincoln bounces, and she wonders if he loves the idea of good conquering evil or simply an exciting battle, and she wonders when she should start making it clear that there is a middle ground between good and evil that most people occupy, but he is so happy that she does not want to complicate things. "Do you know what happens then, Mommy?" he asks. "After Thor punches him?" "What?" she says. She has perfected the art of being able to listen with half of herself while the other half spins and whirls. "Loki has actually been mind-controlling Thor. And the punch makes him lose his powers!" "Oh," she says. "And then what?" "Thor saves the day!" He keeps talking-"But there''s a new villain in town, boys!"-as she curls and straightens her toes. She thinks. She thinks that she still needs to come up with a wedding present for her friend Murray-there is that artist who does dog paintings, and one of those seems like a thoughtful choice, so she should send an e-mail and see about placing the order, although "order" is probably an insulting sort of word to an artist. She remembers that she meant to call her great-aunt this morning, and she thinks that maybe instead-she is solving problems left and right here, having a burst of mental efficiency as Loki gets buried in sand-maybe instead she will mail her great-aunt that hilarious paper bag monkey that Lincoln made in school. Surely the artwork is better than a phone call, although there''s a certain selfishness to it, since she hates to talk on the phone, and, all right, it is a cop-out-she knows it-but she settles on the paper bag monkey regardless. She thinks of the squash dressing her great-aunt makes. She thinks of the leftover plantain chips in the kitchen cabinet. She thinks of Bruce Boxleitner. Back in junior high she was slightly obsessed with him in Scarecrow and Mrs. King, and she has discovered that the show is available in its entirety online, so she has been rewatching it, episode by episode-it holds up well for a 1980s show, with its Cold War spies and bad hair-and she can''t remember whether Lee and Amanda finally kiss at the end of the second season or the third season, and she has six more episodes to go in the second season, but she could always skip to the third. A woodpecker hammers somewhere nearby, and she is pulled back to here and now. She notices that the wart on Lincoln''s hand is getting bigger. It looks like an anemone. There is that beautiful shifting of shadows on the gravel, and Lincoln is doing his evil villain laugh, and it strikes her that these afternoons with her son''s weight on her legs, the woods around them, are something like euphoric. Thor falls against her foot, his plastic head landing on her toe. "Mommy?" "Yes?" "Why doesn''t Thor wear his helmet in the movie?" "I think it''s harder to see with a helmet on." "But doesn''t he want his head protected?" "I suppose sometimes he wears it and sometimes he doesn''t. Depending on his mood." "I think he should protect his head all the time," he says. "It''s dangerous to battle without a helmet. Why do you think Captain America only wears a hood? It''s not good protection, is it?" Paul gets bored with this superhero chatter-her husband would much rather talk football formations and NBA lineups-but Joan doesn''t mind it. She was once obsessed with Wonder Woman. Super Friends. The Incredible Hulk. Who would win in a fight, she once asked her uncle, Superman or the Incredible Hulk? He''d said, Well, if he was losing, Superman could always fly away, and she''d thought that a blindingly brilliant answer. "Captain America has his shield," she tells Lincoln. "That''s what he uses for protection." "What if he can''t get it over his head in time?" "He''s very fast." "But still," he says, unconvinced. "

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