Chapters (61)
- Publisher’s Notice
- Map of Crache
- Dedication
- PART ONE THREE SIDES OF A COIN
- THE MOURNING AFTER
- THE KNIGHT BEFORE
- WHERE ONLY STONE STEPS ASCEND
- A THOUSAND FACES AND NONE
- BLOOD COINS AND BLOOD COIN HUNTERS
- FALLING STARS
- CITIES BUILT IN BOXES
- STEEL FIELDS OF RUST AND ROT
- RESOLVE IS THE FORGED BLADE THAT CANNOT BE QUENCHED
- THE DEAD WHO REVEL IN LIFE
- SHAHEEN
- THE FIRST WEAPON WAS A STORY TOLD BY LIARS
- HOME STUDIES
- REQUITAL IS THE REVENGE OF THE WELL-READ
- BURIED ON THE BATTLEFIELD
- ON AND OFF
- SAVAGERY PAYS A CALL
- WHEN GHOSTS SPEAK YOUR REAL NAME
- PART TWO UNRAVELING THE EDGES
- THE BLACK EAGLE
- THE MESSENGER
- A PEBBLE IN A MAZE
- THIRTY TONGUES AND NOT A WORD SPOKEN
- TEARS MADE OF FIRE
- LATE-NIGHT CALLERS
- THE MATING CALL OF THE CRACHIAN WIND DRAGON
- ONLY FIRE AND ICE GROW IN CHARNEL HOUSE GARDENS
- SCATTERING THE ASHES
- THE JEOPARDY ROOM
- HEAVEN’S HOSTESS IS HELL’S HANDMAIDEN
- THE BONES OF THE WORLD
- THE GOD RUNG
- KNIVES SPEAK LOUDEST IN THE DARK
- THE INTEREST PAID IN BLOOD
- RIDDLES SHAPED IN STONE
- THE CALLING HOUR
- WE BURIED OUR STORIES IN THE EARTH
- PART THREE REVELATIONS OF THE THROAT
- FORMLESS, SHAPELESS, IT CAN FLOW OR IT CAN CRASH
- THE SPARROW GENERAL
- THOUGH IT BE HARSH, COME BACK TO THE LIGHT
- THE NEW DEVOURING THE OLD
- A PLOT OF CORPSES
- THE BLACK TURTLE
- MARCHING TO A HEADLESS DRUM
- SEEK NOT THE EAVES AT MIDNIGHT
- REUNION
- SLEEP, AND HIS BROTHER DEATH
- MISSIO INTERRUPTUS
- BORN ON THE BATTLEFIELD
- IN THE HOUSE OF THE IGNOBLE
- THE ONES WE KEEP CLOSE
- DAWN IS THE MOMENT YOU WAKE
- THE GRAY AFTER THE STORM
- FINAL SELECTION
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“Don’t you agree, Kam?” he asks, and when she doesn’t answer him immediately, “Kamala! Don’t you agree Te-Gen Lexi’s retainer has provided us with a very informative experience?”
“They move well for a Gen fighter” is all Kamala will concede, and that through clenched teeth.
Taru nods stoically. “And you move every bit as I expect Aegins to.”
Kamala takes a step forward at that, but Daian is ready for her reaction.
“Class, on your feet!” he instructs the group, who leap to attention in one mechanical wave.
Kamala suddenly seems aware of all their eyes on her.
That first step toward Taru is the only one she ends up taking.
“Take over for me,” Daian says to Grath. “While I attend to Te-Gen and our new guest instructor.”
Grath bows. “Of course.”
Daian waits while Taru exits the mat, returning to him and Lexi. Taru flips the training dagger, catching it by the blade and offering its grip to Daian.
“Thank you for the loan.”
Daian accepts the practice weapon and holds it up in salute.
“You made good use of it. Now might we adjourn somewhere more private so that I might assist you two however I can?”
“Thank you, Aegin Daian,” Lexi says pleasantly.
The trio exits the Dojo through the Kodo entrance, Lexi and Taru following closely behind their guide. They wait while Daian changes back into his uniform, and then he escorts them out of the Kodo and back onto the street.
“I apologize if our presence caused friction between you and your fellow Aegins,” Lexi begins.
“What, Grath and Kamala?” Daian asks, sounding almost offended. “I can’t stand either of them.” He spits upon the sidewalk. “Excuse my vulgar gesture, Te-Gen.”
Lexi shakes her head. “I’ve heard it’s good for the constitution.”
Daian smiles. “Yeah. Well, the only reason I teach alongside those two is that they’re among our best with the dagger.”
Taru cuts in. “Says who?”
Daian grins up at them. “Present company excluded, of course. Now, how can I help the two of you?”
“We’ve sought you out today because I believe you’re a person who can be trusted.”
Daian doesn’t seem to know what to say to that, so he settles on: “Thank you.”
“I say person, not Aegin, because I cannot trust Aegins as an institution right now. I can’t afford to. But I have to believe the man beneath tops the uniform, if he’s a good man.”
“I believe in what I do, Lexi. But I’ve also seen enough to know not to let it be all that I am.”