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Chapters (58)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Part One
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Part Two: Three Months Later
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-one
  27. Part Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-two
  29. Chapter Twenty-three
  30. Chapter Twenty-four
  31. Chapter Twenty-five
  32. Chapter Twenty-six
  33. Chapter Twenty-seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-one
  38. Chapter Thirty-two
  39. Chapter Thirty-three
  40. Chapter Thirty-four
  41. Chapter Thirty-five
  42. Chapter Thirty-six
  43. Chapter Thirty-seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-one
  48. Chapter Forty-two
  49. Chapter Forty-three
  50. Chapter Forty-four
  51. Chapter Forty-five
  52. Chapter Forty-six
  53. Chapter Forty-seven
  54. Chapter Forty-eight
  55. Epilogue
  56. Acknowledgments
  57. About the Author
  58. Keep Reading for a Sneak Peek at Umbertouched

I draw breath to shoot, but the wind blows again and I have to wait. The next time the breeze dies down, I exhale a percussive puff. The dart embeds itself in the snake’s side, and the creature’s tail waves back and forth. I ready another dart in case the first wasn’t enough, but the snake falls still as the sleeping potion takes effect. I reach for the long forked stick I cut for myself last night. Carefully, I thread it through the branches and work it under the motionless body, then dump the creature into a burlap sack. A few days should be enough for me to get the venom I need, and then I’ll let the creature go on its way. This serpent’s markings remind me of Diadem, and I’m curious to see if the snake’s venom has some of the same properties.

“Is this a common thing for healers to do?”

My heart jumps at the familiar voice. Dineas stands behind me, peering warily at the burlap sack.

“Dineas! I didn’t expect to see you back so soon. You’re looking well.” The army has issued him new clothes, and his hair has been freshly trimmed. Plus, a few days under the sun seems to have given him his color back.

He grins. “There’s not much for me to do these early days. I thought I’d come and see how things are. And”—he takes a small basket out from behind his back—“to ensure I’m still your favorite patient.”

The basket’s filled with candied rose petals and nuts. The sight makes my mouth water.

“My friends lent me some money until the scribes get around to paying me. I’m trying to make my way through everything in the markets, and these are my favorite so far. Try a petal.”

I don’t need to be told twice. The fragrance drifts up my nose as the flower melts on my tongue. “Well, it’s decided. Nursing you back to health was a worthwhile effort.”

“And here I thought you saved me for the pleasure of my company. Or perhaps my vast knowledge of the world.”

“No. It’s definitely the presents.” I tuck the basket under the crook of my arm. “But tell me how your first days have been.”

He brushes off his new livery. “I’ve settled in well. Arxa has me doing exercises with the third battalion so far, but I’ll try out for Neju’s Guard next week.”

“Neju’s Guard?” Was that the name of the battalion that fell ill?

“That’s Arxa’s elite unit. There’s a trial for it next week, and they’re open to all. They’re expanding their ranks.”