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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

Her face was a mixture of apology and defense as she pressed, “Some of the boys at the orphanage went to farmers, or sailors, but sometimes a knight would purchase them. It’s not common. I just thought…” She let her words trail off, eyes on her shoes.

It took a few moments for her meaning to absorb. The red-haired young man softened a bit. She hated that pity in his eyes and hated what he had to say even more.

“I didn’t realize,” he said, his voice less playful than it had been before. “I’m sorry about your childhood. In much of the world, the buying and selling of others has been outlawed. It’s easy to forget about the mills. And no, no one brought me here. My father serves the reev, and it was my mother’s wish that I follow in his footsteps. She was human and passed away a few years ago from a common sickness. I didn’t know much about healing then. It’s not my gift. But when she left the earth, I had nothing left keeping me in her village. So, here I am.”

She was grateful he’d so quickly changed the subject, as she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to hold herself together if she’d been forced to reflect on the implications of her upbringing.

Once more, she had to deflect. Her box of emotions was growing too full for one day. She’d need time and space to grow the place within her until it could contain each new struggle and pain. For now, if she had any hope of maintaining a sense of normalcy, she’d need to convince the other reevers that she wasn’t a wreck. Amaris shivered against the autumn chill, holding her arms to herself as she searched for a new question. She couldn’t let Ash leave with this feeble impression of her.

“Does your father live?”

Seemingly unbothered by the weather, he nodded. “Yes, I believe as much, though I haven’t seen the bastard in nearly ten years. He’s still in service to the reevers. His work has taken him somewhere into the northernmost parts of Raascot. The north can keep him.”

She didn’t know what to say. Everything she’d heard of the northern kingdom had made it sound like a goddessless hell. She opened her mouth to say she was sorry but pressed her lips into a tight line. There seemed to be no loss between the two, and if he’d done her the kindness of allowing her to sidestep questions of her childhood, then she should offer the same. The cold pushed down on her further. If she had known she would spend this much time outside, she would have brought her cloak.