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
DYEAWAN’S FIRST MEETING AS A planner is surprisingly ill attended. In fact, almost half of the other planners she met during her initiation into their ranks are absent. Edger is seated at the center point of the table that mimics the concentric circles of their pendants. There are five other planners spread throughout the interior of winding stone slab, all whom greet her with bright eyes and welcoming smiles. Dyeawan can’t help noticing they are all among the youngest members of the planners.
“We welcome the freshest fowl to our brace,” Edger announces. “It seems a perfect time for a new planner, as we appear to be shorthanded today.”
The rest of them giggle or snicker or guffaw while Dyeawan stares about in confusion. She doesn’t understand the comedy of the moment.
Dyeawan falls into silence as Edger commences the meeting. He sparks a lively discussion concerning the Gens involved in various operations of Crachian docks and seaports, and how their practice and philosophy differs from other Gens nationwide. Corruption and misuse prevail heavily among Gens invested in seafaring trades and port functions, far more than levels deemed “acceptable” among other Gens.
It is strange for Dyeawan to hear these things spoken about so openly and honestly, without pretense or concealment. What Aegins spend their every day attempting to hide from the goodly citizens of the Capitol, these people treat as just another feature of the city.
“Perhaps the problem is that people who live and work in places like the Bottoms are taught to see themselves as existing outside Crache,” Dyeawan finds herself chiming in. “Perhaps this would not be a problem if the people allowed to live and starve in those streets were better tended to.”
Dyeawan expects her words to be met with reprimand and scorn, perhaps even attack. Instead the faces surrounding her are alight with curiosity.
“Please continue, Dyeawan,” Edger bids her.
“Gens, from what I’ve seen, feel no loyalty to any people outside their own kith-kins. Feeling loyal to Crache and loyal to its people are not the same thing. When it comes to people, Gens are loyal to the people inside that Gen. But at least, outside the Bottoms, Gens see citizens protected and cared for by Crache. In the Bottoms people do not matter. It teaches the Gens entrusted with running things there that they can do whatever they like without consequence. If they saw Crache invested in those people, they might think differently.”
“What if we lack the resources to feed and house so many, especially those too weak or old or infirm to provide function for that care?”
“The attempt would be enough,” Dyeawan insists, bitterness creeping unchecked into her voice. “Ignoring a problem you can’t solve is not itself a solution. It only allows the problem to grow.”