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Chapters (61)
  1. Publisher’s Notice
  2. Map of Crache
  3. Dedication
  4. PART ONE THREE SIDES OF A COIN
  5. THE MOURNING AFTER
  6. THE KNIGHT BEFORE
  7. WHERE ONLY STONE STEPS ASCEND
  8. A THOUSAND FACES AND NONE
  9. BLOOD COINS AND BLOOD COIN HUNTERS
  10. FALLING STARS
  11. CITIES BUILT IN BOXES
  12. STEEL FIELDS OF RUST AND ROT
  13. RESOLVE IS THE FORGED BLADE THAT CANNOT BE QUENCHED
  14. THE DEAD WHO REVEL IN LIFE
  15. SHAHEEN
  16. THE FIRST WEAPON WAS A STORY TOLD BY LIARS
  17. HOME STUDIES
  18. REQUITAL IS THE REVENGE OF THE WELL-READ
  19. BURIED ON THE BATTLEFIELD
  20. ON AND OFF
  21. SAVAGERY PAYS A CALL
  22. WHEN GHOSTS SPEAK YOUR REAL NAME
  23. PART TWO UNRAVELING THE EDGES
  24. THE BLACK EAGLE
  25. THE MESSENGER
  26. A PEBBLE IN A MAZE
  27. THIRTY TONGUES AND NOT A WORD SPOKEN
  28. TEARS MADE OF FIRE
  29. LATE-NIGHT CALLERS
  30. THE MATING CALL OF THE CRACHIAN WIND DRAGON
  31. ONLY FIRE AND ICE GROW IN CHARNEL HOUSE GARDENS
  32. SCATTERING THE ASHES
  33. THE JEOPARDY ROOM
  34. HEAVEN’S HOSTESS IS HELL’S HANDMAIDEN
  35. THE BONES OF THE WORLD
  36. THE GOD RUNG
  37. KNIVES SPEAK LOUDEST IN THE DARK
  38. THE INTEREST PAID IN BLOOD
  39. RIDDLES SHAPED IN STONE
  40. THE CALLING HOUR
  41. WE BURIED OUR STORIES IN THE EARTH
  42. PART THREE REVELATIONS OF THE THROAT
  43. FORMLESS, SHAPELESS, IT CAN FLOW OR IT CAN CRASH
  44. THE SPARROW GENERAL
  45. THOUGH IT BE HARSH, COME BACK TO THE LIGHT
  46. THE NEW DEVOURING THE OLD
  47. A PLOT OF CORPSES
  48. THE BLACK TURTLE
  49. MARCHING TO A HEADLESS DRUM
  50. SEEK NOT THE EAVES AT MIDNIGHT
  51. REUNION
  52. SLEEP, AND HIS BROTHER DEATH
  53. MISSIO INTERRUPTUS
  54. BORN ON THE BATTLEFIELD
  55. IN THE HOUSE OF THE IGNOBLE
  56. THE ONES WE KEEP CLOSE
  57. DAWN IS THE MOMENT YOU WAKE
  58. THE GRAY AFTER THE STORM
  59. FINAL SELECTION
  60. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  61. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dyeawan finds she is suddenly exhausted, and sleep cannot come fast enough.

REUNION

EVIE HAD JUST BEGUN TO enjoy feeling clean. While it’s true her last real bath was perhaps months ago at this point, aligning herself with Sirach and her Sicclunans had granted Evie release from her Savage rags and the filth of everyday life that came with them. She’d gratefully taken a damp cloth to her face and body and meticulously removed every smudge of dirt and every sheen of her own collected and unsavory juices. Evie had reveled in the feel of unsoiled clothes against her skin, as well. She’d even brushed out her hair, which has gained an inch since she was conscripted.

She’s traded those fresh pieces of clothing for the tattered and tainted garments of half a dozen rogue Savages who were more than happy to swap with her. That’s torture enough, but Sirach insisted she still appeared far too clean and kempt. Evie’s face and hands are once again covered in muck, and she’s not even certain all of it is mud. Her hair has also been tangled and snared and splattered with filth.

Convincing Sirach of the potential and necessity of her plan was easy enough, no doubt because Sirach has learned to live with the specter of death haunting her every waking action. Convincing the Elder Company to let her make the attempt was another beast to tame entirely. Mother Manai was ready to weep like the grandmother she is over one of her own squandering their life, while Lariat flatly forbade Evie from the course she purposed.

Bam, on the other hand, only insisted on accompanying her, but Evie knew if she was to have any hope of penetrating the Skrain garrison she had to be on her own. He actually pushed back his hood to plead his case, and Evie found she was touched beyond reason, but she stood her ground on the matter. She did ask Bam to look after Sirach and Brio should she fail to return, emphasizing the sanctity of the task to her and his importance in fulfilling its duties. It seemed to placate him as much as anything could.