2019 Winner of the Governor General's Literary Award​ An exquisitely written, uplifting middle grade debut by acclaimed author, Erin Bow, about a young girl who defies her family’s expectations in order to save her brother and become an eagle hunter, perfect for fans of PAX. It goes against all tradition for Aisulu to train an eagle, for among the Kazakh nomads, only men can fly them. But everything changes when Aisulu discovers that her brother, Serik, has been concealing a bad limp that risks not just his future as the family's leader, but his life too. When her parents leave to seek a cure for Serik in a distant hospital, Aisulu finds herself living with her intimidating uncle and strange auntie—and secretly caring for an orphaned baby eagle. To save her brother and keep her family from having to leave their nomadic life behind forever, Aisulu must earn her eagle’s trust and fight for her right to soar.  Along the way, she discovers that family are people who choose each other, home is a place you build, and hope is a thing with feathers. Erin Bow’s lyrical middle grade debut is perfect for fans of original animal-friendship stories like Pax and Because of Winn Dixie . Praise for STAND ON THE SKY :  Winner of the Governor General's Literary Award 2019  A Junior Library Guild Spring 2019 Gold Standard Selection A New York Public Library 2019 Best Books for Kids “[A] story of strength, courage, and resilience that will resonate with anyone who has ever felt abandoned, alone, or doubted themselves and their place in the world…. Bow delivers a jubilant tale that celebrates the power of family, love, and young women.” — Quill and Quire "Bow uses wistful narrative flourishes to paint this meticulously detailed portrait of a nomadic family and their profound relationship with the wildlife and unforgiving land....[Y]oung readers will find [the ending] heartwarmingly earned and inspiring." — The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books "[T]his book is lyrical and lovely and features complex and vivid characters." — Booklist "Readers will root for Aisulu and her community, an ancient culture negotiating the contemporary world." — Kirkus "[A]n interesting and unique setting." — School Library Journal "Bow ( Sorrow’s Knot ) creates a vivid sense of place." — Publishers Weekly Erin Bow was trained as a physicist, though she now spends her days writing poetry and fiction in a tiny (though heated) garden shed in Ontario, Canada.  Her books—which include fairy tale Plain Kate, the thoughtful horror Sorrow's Knot,  and science fiction duology The Scorpion Rules and The Swan Riders —have won a fistful of awards. ErinBow.com. @erinbowbooks.  Chapter One There was no sign of Serik’s horse.      Aisulu and her brother, Serik, had searching for almost two hours. They’d followed footpaths and goat paths, tracked through sand and skulls and sharp-cornered stone.      “Well,” said Serik. “That’s it. Dulat’s going to kill me. I’m going to die.”      Aisulu slung an arm around her brother’s shoulders. “You think that’s bad? I’m going to have to do embroidery .”      They were standing together on top of a shale outcropping, which they’d climbed to use for a lookout. Above them the sky was high and huge and bright, wheeled with birds. Below them the mountain swept away, fierce and dry and the color of foxes. They could see up to the snow line and down to the power lines and the road. They could see the tracks of the goat herds and the hollow with the three tent-houses—?the gers—?where their herding family lived. What they could not see was any trace of stupid horses that had wandered off while their riders lay napping in the sun.      And the trouble they were going to be in was feeling less and less like a joke. Aisulu had been fetching water when Serik had come to her for help. Water was her job because she was a girl. She’d hauled pails of water up the mountain so many times that the wire handles had left raised yellow lines at the roots of her fingers.      Right now, Aisulu was meant to be bringing that water back. She was meant to be doing the morning milking of the yaks. Was meant to be churning that milk into butter. There was no chance she hadn’t been missed. Their mother, Rizagul, was probably already planning the embroidery project that Aisulu would have to start when she returned. Rizagul never missed a chance to school Aisulu in girls’ work. Aisulu did not mind girls’ work, but she liked other things too: tending the solar panels that powered their light bulb and their radio, studying math, and riding fast with her arms stretched out like wings. In a land where girls are supposed to have hearts made of milk, Aisulu had a heart made of sky.      And as for Serik . . . Aisulu might have needlework waiting for her, but Serik might have the whack of a folded belt. At fourteen, he was really too big to take a beating—?but if he lost his horse their uncle Dulat might make an excep