Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Also By K.A. Linde
- Kinkadia Map
- Alandria Map
- Pronunciation Guide
- Tribes
- The Celebration
- The Murder
- The Hangover
- The Journey
- The House of Shadows
- The Princess
- The Ball
- The King
- The Wall
- The Court
- The Masquerade
- The Light
- The Plot
- The Healing
- The Training
- The Masters
- The Problem
- The Meeting
- The Assassin
- The Testing
- The Course
- The Season
- The Lord
- The Star
- The Dragons
- The Protest
- The Library
- The Bond
- The Night of the Dead
- The Camp
- The Celebration
- The Suspect
- The Smoke
- The Martyr
- The Arrest
- The Probation
- The Holiday
- The Estate
- The Flight
- The Confession
- The Village
- The Hot Springs
- The Geivhrea
- The Winter Party
- The Heart
- The Blackouts
- The Symptoms
- The Council
- The Rally
- The Aftermath
- The Shift
- The Sickness
- The Spiritcaster
- The Awakening
- The Crux
- The Negotiations
- The River
- The Boats
- The Shadows
- The Battle
- The Defeat
- The Treaty
- The Trial
- The Execution
- The Father
- House of Curses
- Also By K.A. Linde
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
While Fordham arranged Kerrigan on Netta, Clover figured out how to make the climb and then settled herself behind Fordham. Without a word of warning, Netta pushed off of the ground and into the air.
Clover screamed as her stomach fell to her toes and then back up. “Holy gods!”
She couldn’t believe her eyes at how small everything looked. It was both exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time. And over too soon.
Netta landed in an aerie empty of dragons. She wondered where everyone was. Fordham once again used his shadows to drop to the ground and marched forward without looking back.
Clover slid down the dragon’s side and patted her. “Thank you.”
Of course. I look forward to seeing you again under better circumstances.
Clover eeped at the voice pressing into her mind. She had known dragons did that, but whoa!
She rushed after Fordham. She was tall, but she had to jog to keep up with his long strides. Kerrigan lay unconscious in his grip. Her eyes were closed, but Clover could see her eyes moving under the lids, as if she were seeing something none of the rest of them could see.
They wound ever lower through the mountain. Clover knew the path to Helly’s apartments. She had been there before and ran ahead to knock.
There was no answer. Then after another insistent knock, Helly opened the door. Her face was pale, and her normal pristine appearance had faltered. Her hair was loose to her shoulders. There were bags under her red-rimmed eyes.
“Clover?” she asked. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s Kerrigan.”
Helly straightened her shoulders. “What about her? Have you seen her?”
Fordham stepped forward. “Can you help her?”
Helly’s eyes rounded. The wreck she’d been a moment ago vanished. “Bring her inside.” She let Fordham and Clover pass. “What happened?”
“She had another one of her blackouts. We had a healer nearby, but he didn’t know how to stabilize magic sickness. He said that you were capable of that.”
“Yes,” Helly said, asking no other questions. “Put her on the couch. Clover, fill a basin with water. Fordham, I want you to hold her down.”
“Hold her down?” he asked.
“Don’t ask questions. Just do it,” she snapped.
And no one asked any more questions. Not for the two hours that Helly worked on Kerrigan and tried to get her to stabilize. Not when she took magic from herself and fed it into her body. Not when she asked for Fordham’s magic as well. Clover had nothing to offer in that regard, but she ran every errand Helly commanded.
Finally, she stepped back. “That’s all I can do.”
Fordham released Kerrigan, who had finally stilled. Even her eyes had ceased moving.
“Is it enough?” he asked.
Clover’s nerves were raw at the question. There could only be one answer. Kerrigan had to survive. She had to.