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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

She did her best not to stare at Ash, but his fae lineage wasn’t the only shocking thing about him. His reddish hair was the color of dark embers just as the fire died. His eyes were golden, ringed with the brown of the earth, and his golden skin reminded her ever so slightly of Nox, though perhaps she’d find a way for all things to remind her of Nox. He had an easy likability about him. Amaris’s guard was up, cautious as they spoke, but she didn’t feel threatened. He looked—and smelled, if she wasn’t mistaken—distinctly of autumn. There was a spice about his relaxed energy.

“You’re fae,” she said. It wasn’t a question. She had been told as much by Samael.

“Part fae.”

“And part human.”

“As are you, Snowflake.”

“Please don’t call me that.” The pain in her heart hit suddenly, surprising her with its intensity. Had it merely been a week since she’d seen her friend? Her only family? Her tether to this world? Between the last few days locked in the keep and a number of days on the road, the math added up, though it felt as though she’d been away for several lifetimes.

Nox had gripped her arms roughly one week ago. The dark, bottomless eyes had quietly looked into hers, poised to escape with her in the twilight hours. Nox had held her in the pantry. Studied with her. Laughed with her. Grown with her. Plotted, shared, danced, and lived side by side with her throughout every moment of her life. The night-haired girl had taken an unspeakable beating from Agnes at the behest of the bishop to protect Amaris from the church’s discovery. It had been the sort of memory that belonged in her tightly sealed box, too horrible for Amaris to unpack.

They’d been meant to run away together. Instead, Amaris had left her alone.

The morning Millicent had come, Amaris had told Nox to…

Oh goddess, no.

The sensation of a dagger pierced her gut, twisting deep within her. Goddess be damned, she understood the disgusting, treacherous moment all at once. As she called on the death of a thousand All Mothers, the sickening fear tore through her.

She had told Nox to wait for her.

At the time, it had been the hushed urgency of a girl who wanted them to run away together. Now she saw it for what it was: persuasion. A command, given and received. Her dreams of Nox running toward the coast were shattered. She pictured the dark-haired girl with her feet glued to the back of the manor. She wasn’t sure if she was about to cry or be sick.