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Chapters (36)
  1. Prologue
  2. Part 1
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  8. Part 2
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  14. Part 3
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  19. Part 4
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  24. Part 5
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  28. Part 6
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  31. 24.
  32. 25.
  33. 26.
  34. 27.
  35. EPILOGUE
  36. CHRONOLOGY

But an even more interesting world in the strange tapestry of Santiago’s life is the outpost world of Keepsake, at the heart of the Inner Frontier; for Keepsake is the home, at least temporarily, of Sebastian Nightingale Cain, who dislikes his middle name, his profession, and his life—not necessarily in that order. He has fought what he believes to have been the good fight many times over, and he has never won. Not much excites his imagination anymore, and even less surprises him. He has no friends and few associates, nor does he seek any.

Sebastian Nightingale Cain is by almost every criterion a nondescript and unremarkable man, and yet our story must begin with him, for he is destined to play a major role in the saga of the man known only as Santiago....

Part 1

The Songbird’s Book

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Giles Sans Pitié is a spinning wheel,

With the eye of a hawk and a fist made of steel.

He’ll drink a whole gallon while holding his breath,

And wherever he goes his companion is Death.

There never was a history written about the Inner Frontier, so Black Orpheus took it upon himself to set one to music. His name wasn’t really Orpheus (though he was black). In fact, rumor had it that he had been an aquaculturist back in the Deluros system before he fell in love. The girl’s name was Eurydice, and he followed her out to the stars, and since he had left all his property behind, he had nothing to give her but his music, so he took the name of Black Orpheus and spent most of his days composing love songs and sonnets to her. Then she died, and he decided to stay on the Inner Frontier, and he began writing an epic ballad about the traders and hunters and outlaws and misfits that he came across. In fact, you didn’t officially stop being a tenderfoot or a tourist until the day he added a stanza or two about you to the song.