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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

“It’s nearing sundown, so we’ll make camp. Tomorrow, we’ll start south to Sehmar.”

We find a secluded cove nearby. When I come back from gathering firewood, Zivah is plucking the feathers off a seagull.

“Where’d you get that?” I ask.

She doesn’t look up from her work. “I may not be a walking armory, but I’m not completely helpless,” she says. That’s when I see the blowgun on the ground next to her.

“Are you a good shot?” I’m intrigued despite myself.

She holds the bird up to show the dart buried in its side. “You can keep pestering me with questions, or you can share half of this bird for dinner.”

Fair enough. I keep my mouth shut, and we cook up the meat over a fire. It’s delicious.

Chapter Twelve

Dineas has nightmares the first night. I hear him tossing and groaning on the other side of the dying campfire. At first, I try to sleep through it, but when he lets out a hoarse scream, I finally call his name.

He startles awake. I hear the scrape of a blade being drawn, and I’m glad I didn’t go closer to wake him. In the dim glow of the embers I can make out his profile as he turns this way and that. Finally, his hoarse breathing slows.

“Are you all right?” I ask.

“I’m fine,” he says brusquely.

His blankets fall to the ground as he stands, and he turns his face from me as he gathers his bedding and walks away from the campfire. He puts twenty paces between us before I hear him set up his blankets again and lie back down. I can tell from his breathing that he lies awake long afterward, but we both pretend to be asleep.

A shadow hangs over Dineas the next morning. He knocks things about as he scatters the campfire, and he only acknowledges my presence once I’ve packed my bags and coaxed Diadem back onto my arm for the journey.

I make my way cautiously toward him. “If your memories haunt you at night, you could decrease the amount of restorative potion you take every evening. Dull your memories when you sleep.”

His jaw starts to clench even before I’ve finished speaking. “I’m fine.” He turns away.

I’ll leave him to his nightmares, then.