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Chapters (61)
  1. Copyright
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Map of The Wastes
  5. I
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. II
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. III
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-One
  39. IV
  40. Chapter Thirty-Two
  41. Chapter Thirty-Three
  42. Chapter Thirty-Four
  43. Chapter Thirty-Five
  44. Chapter Thirty-Six
  45. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  46. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  47. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  48. Chapter Forty
  49. V
  50. Chapter Forty-One
  51. Chapter Forty-Two
  52. Chapter Forty-Three
  53. Chapter Forty-Four
  54. Chapter Forty-Five
  55. Acknowledgments
  56. Sample Chapter from ALL THESE MONSTERS
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“Nah. I really don’t think that’s true.” Asher side-eyes me from where he’s sitting, forearms resting on his knees, hair falling into his lashes. I’m reminded of a moment when we were kids. I’d told him to scud off during a hunt because he was spooking all the game. When I found him afterward, he was sitting on a rock, just as he is now. His body has changed, but his expression hasn’t.

“Let’s drink to Vee,” I say, raising my waterskin.

Asher nods, lifts his as well.

“Rest easy, Vee,” I say to the stars. “I’m sorry I failed you.”

We drink, then sit in silence for what feels like forever.

“You didn’t fail her,” Asher says a while later. “The gods did.”

“I thought you had full faith in the gods.”

“I do. That doesn’t mean I always understand how they work. And this isn’t solely your fault, Delta. It’s the General’s, and the Loyalists’, and mine by extension, as you pointed out, and Bain’s and Cree’s, because who are we all but children of the gods? They could change everything, save any soul they want to spare. I don’t understand why life is the way it is, but I believe it will all make sense in time.”

“That was beautiful, Asher.”

His brow wrinkles. “You making fun of me?”

“No. I’m serious. If my ma or Indie, or really anyone, ever admitted to me that they didn’t understand the gods, maybe I would have struggled less with my faith.” I take another sip from my waterskin. “Life is strange, isn’t it?”

He nods. “Life is strange.”

A chill settles over the wastes as night lengthens. Again, we don’t have a fire, for fear of giving away our position. I curl into my jacket and tuck my hands beneath my cheek. The earth is hard. The ground has taken in the night’s cold.

I hope Bay is warm, wherever she is. I pray she’s in a cradle in the nursery, blissfully unaware of all that is happening around her. Of course she’s unaware, I tell myself. She’s a baby. Something pangs in my ribs, and I realize I miss her. I wish she was sleeping in the sling right now, snuggled against my chest, our bodies warming each other.

I will get back to her. Even if it takes me forever—even if I fail everyone else in my pack and she is the only one left—I will not let the General destroy my entire family.