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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

The confusion returns to the priest’s face, showing through the twists of pain in his slight features. Daian tosses the small knife away and releases the man’s wrist, delivering a stiff kick to the priest’s ass that moves him several feet up the narrow street.

“Go,” Daian orders him.

The priest hesitates only a moment, rubbing his offended wrist and staring back at Daian in abject shock. In the next moment the sound of his leather sandals slapping the cobblestones is fading around the next corner.

Daian watches him go, shaking his head in a mixture of disgust and something like sadness, less to do with the little priest and more to do with the state of affairs in general.

He returns his attention to the battered doorway. Soon the other Aegins begin reappearing through it, each one restraining a fitful God Star worshipper.

“Where’s the priest?” the one who kicked in the hidden church’s door demands of Daian.

“He returned to the stars,” Daian insists. “It was a sight to behold. I’m sorry you missed it.”

“If you weren’t going to help out why did you bother to come along?” the Aegin asks in obvious frustration.

Daian smiles. “I just love watching masters and mistresses of their trade at work, that’s all.”

CITIES BUILT IN BOXES

BY THE END OF HER first week in the Planning Cadre she’s learned how to fly.

Dyeawan revels in the bed they’ve given her, practically treats the first room she’s ever had to herself as a place of worship. Home, however, has quickly become a concept best associated with the corridors outside that room. Astride her “tender,” the conveyance designed and constructed specifically for her, Dyeawan is quickly becoming an expert at navigating the corridors at high speed.

In the gray dawn of every morning, Dyeawan rises and washes up before attending to her duties. Edger provided her with an attachment to her tender that allows her to sweep up the corridors simply by wheeling herself up and down their length repeatedly. The only real effort is emptying the collection cans of the apparatus when she’s done, but even that is hardly a chore. When she’s done, Dyeawan attends breakfast in the commissary and then spends the rest of her day delivering packages.