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Chapters (64)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  6. Pronunciation Guide
  7. Prologue
  8. Part One
  9. One
  10. Two
  11. Three
  12. Four
  13. Five
  14. Six
  15. Seven
  16. Eight
  17. Nine
  18. Ten
  19. Eleven
  20. Twelve
  21. Thirteen
  22. Part Two
  23. Fourteen
  24. Fifteen
  25. Sixteen
  26. Seventeen
  27. Eighteen
  28. Nineteen
  29. Twenty
  30. Twenty-One
  31. Twenty-Two
  32. Twenty-Three
  33. Part Three
  34. Twenty-Four
  35. Twenty-Five
  36. Twenty-Six
  37. Twenty-Seven
  38. Twenty-Eight
  39. Twenty-Nine
  40. Thirty
  41. Thirty-One
  42. Thirty-Two
  43. Thirty-Three
  44. Thirty-Four
  45. Thirty-Five
  46. Part Four
  47. Thirty-Six
  48. Thirty-Seven
  49. Thirty-Eight
  50. Thirty-Nine
  51. Forty
  52. Forty-One
  53. Forty-Two
  54. Forty-Three
  55. Forty-Four
  56. Forty-Five
  57. Forty-Six
  58. Forty-Seven
  59. Epilogue
  60. Excerpt from The Sun and Its Shade
  61. The Night and Its Moon Playlist
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. About the Author
  64. Back Cover

Samael continued walking as he spoke. “You’re a child of Farehold, aren’t you,” he said, not asking a question. “You were born at a time where the fae are almost a memory in the southern lands. Farehold is not a kind kingdom to the fae—it’s not a kind kingdom to any human who doesn’t display their pink undertones and colorless hair. It’s no place I’d want to live, nor do I envy you for your upbringing. The fae are rather numerous in the north, though they haven’t wanted to set foot in Farehold for decades. This is just speaking of two corners of Gyrradin, mind you. Your whole life has been limited to a rather narrow strip of the world. I suppose if you were to leave the continent behind, you would find magic still plentiful in the warmth of the Etal Isles or the Tarkhany Desert. If you were to cross the Frozen Straits, where humans haven’t stepped foot in a millennium, the Sulgrave Mountains are a place where you won’t find a rounded ear in sight. I’ve never had the privilege of crossing the Straits or been to the Isles myself. The descriptions of Sulgrave fae don’t quite fit your coloration, but if you’re going to find a fae people who resemble you, I suppose it would be there, as I’ve never seen such features on this side of the ice.”

“Have you been to the other places?”

He nodded. “Tarkhany is magnificent, if you ever get the chance to visit. But as far as crossing the Frozen Straits is concerned…” Samael studied her, dragging his eyes with a scholarly question from the silvery tip of her hair down to her lilac eyes. There was a frown on his face as he considered her. “Those from Sulgrave would probably be horrified if they saw your poor, small ears on such a starlit face. For something not quite human, I’m sorry you weren’t able to inherit fae hearing…though with those eyes, I’d love to see what gifts of sight you possess. You’re not like any fae I’ve met, and I’ve been around for…some time.”

Amaris didn’t know what to say. He’d more or less welcomed her into the reev, and she’d been too tongue-tied to contribute. If this was their first lesson, she was already falling short.

Their brief introduction to history at a close, he gestured to the training arena beneath them. With an air of formality, he said, “Amaris, our newest reever, you’ve decided to stay and train, and so you shall. You’ll arrive here each morning at first light. As Odrin has brought you to us, he’s responsible for you. I’ll inform Odrin that Ash is to be your sparring partner.”