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Chapters (58)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Map
  5. Epigraph
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Epilogue
  55. Places and Terms
  56. Acknowledgments
  57. About the Author
  58. Copyright

A man stood in the narrow gap between the door and the stone entryway, weak sunlight reflecting off his circular spectacles. His eyebrows lifted past the frames. He held a short crossbow in one hand, aimed at Anji as she struggled to hold Kit up.

“Kit? What are you—”

Anji shouldered past, shoving the man to the side. He might have a problem with her, but she’d rather deal with it inside than out in the street.

The light in the inn was near nonexistent, but Anji found the rough outline of a wooden high-backed chair and settled Kit into it, then collapsed to the floor. A tiny fire smoldered in a dusty black hearth in the main room’s corner. Anji drew her knees to her chest and blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the dark.

A door crashed open behind the bar, seemingly of its own accord. Anji inched back against a table leg. She glanced up at the bespectacled man now striding across the room, the front door slamming shut at his back.

“Back in there, if you please,” he said, motioning toward the bar, making a shooing motion with one hand. “Last time you left the stove you nearly burned the whole—”

“Who is that?”

A short, black-haired boy leaned around the paneled bar, green eyes wide and sparkling. He grinned at Anji, revealing an empty space where his two front teeth should be.

“Berip. Now.” The man pointed back to the kitchen.

Berip threw Anji another gap-toothed grin and darted behind the bar, the door creaking open and slamming closed once more.

“Kids,” the man said, running a hand over what remained of his hair. “Can’t seem to keep him in one spot. You know how it is.”

Anji didn’t, but right then she also didn’t care.

“On the steps,” she said, her voice a croak. She scrabbled to her knees. “There’s a bag, I need to—”

“I’ll get it,” the man said, raising the bow. “And get up off the floor for the Nine’s sake.” He pointed to another chair near the one Anji had dumped Kit into and was out the door before Anji had a chance to protest, though he kept it propped open as he crouched over the steps.

Anji rubbed at her arm and eased herself into the chair.