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Chapters (68)
  1. Books by Anne Bishop
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Dedication
  6. Acknowledgments
  7. Geography
  8. Maps
  9. A Brief History of the World
  10. Epigraph
  11. Prologue
  12. CHAPTER 1
  13. CHAPTER 2
  14. CHAPTER 3
  15. CHAPTER 4
  16. CHAPTER 5
  17. CHAPTER 6
  18. CHAPTER 7
  19. CHAPTER 8
  20. CHAPTER 9
  21. CHAPTER 10
  22. CHAPTER 11
  23. CHAPTER 12
  24. CHAPTER 13
  25. CHAPTER 14
  26. CHAPTER 15
  27. CHAPTER 16
  28. CHAPTER 17
  29. CHAPTER 18
  30. CHAPTER 19
  31. CHAPTER 20
  32. CHAPTER 21
  33. CHAPTER 22
  34. CHAPTER 23
  35. CHAPTER 24
  36. CHAPTER 25
  37. CHAPTER 26
  38. CHAPTER 27
  39. CHAPTER 28
  40. CHAPTER 29
  41. CHAPTER 30
  42. CHAPTER 31
  43. CHAPTER 32
  44. CHAPTER 33
  45. CHAPTER 34
  46. CHAPTER 35
  47. CHAPTER 36
  48. CHAPTER 37
  49. CHAPTER 38
  50. CHAPTER 39
  51. CHAPTER 40
  52. CHAPTER 41
  53. CHAPTER 42
  54. CHAPTER 43
  55. CHAPTER 44
  56. CHAPTER 45
  57. CHAPTER 46
  58. CHAPTER 47
  59. CHAPTER 48
  60. CHAPTER 49
  61. CHAPTER 50
  62. CHAPTER 51
  63. CHAPTER 52
  64. CHAPTER 53
  65. CHAPTER 54
  66. CHAPTER 55
  67. CHAPTER 56
  68. CHAPTER 57

Meg huffed as she picked up the pace. “Well, he’s still cute.”

And probably would be allowed to grow since he wasn’t much of a meal for anyone right now.

Simon didn’t mention that since he suspected Meg preferred to think of the bunny as cute rather than crunchy.

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

Sunsday, Juin 5

Meg stared at those gathered in the sorting room at the Human Liaison’s Office—Ruth Stuart, Merri Lee, and Theral MacDonald—and they stared back at her.

“You’ve already heard about this.” The muffins Meg had picked up at A Little Bite sat on the table, untouched.

“Not about this,” Ruth said. “But Karl headed to Captain Burke’s house for a special, secret meeting—at least that’s the opinion I got from what he couldn’t say. And he thinks Captain Burke and Lieutenant Montgomery were told more about the sanctions than was made public. If they were told about this...”

“Michael was called in for that meeting too,” Merri Lee said. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Meg, we can’t be responsible for something this... big. How can we make a decision about how much human the terra indigene will keep?”

“I don’t think we’re the ones making the decision,” Meg replied. “We’re providing information, maybe prioritizing, so that if...” She pressed her hands against the table, trying to ignore the painful pins-and-needles feeling that had started in her arms and was now prickling her entire torso under the skin.

The three girls snapped to attention.

“Meg?” Merri Lee’s voice turned sharp with understanding.

Meg tried to ignore the pain, tried not to think about how the euphoria that came from speaking prophecy after she made a cut would make her feel so good. She’d made a cut last week; she didn’t want to make another so soon. She didn’t know if it was true that a cassandra sangue had only a thousand cuts before the one that would kill her or drive her insane, but if she wanted to live another decade or more, she needed to extend the time between cuts.

“Tell me about this morning,” Merri Lee said. “What did you do this morning? Meg!”

Ruth and Theral hustled to the office’s back room and closed the door—but not all the way.

“The sparrows were awake, so Simon was awake, so he woke me up because he wanted to take a walk. Poophead.”

Merri Lee snorted a laugh. “Meg! That’s not a nice thing to say.”