BooksBarbecue
Back The Night and Its Moon
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 went on to justify that as the human lifetimes went on, many had intermarried with the fae, bringing generations of minor power to the continent. Magical blood thinned, years stretched, and fae failed to repopulate themselves at the speed at which the humans could reproduce, particularly throughout Farehold. Their numbers dwindled, and between the years and distance from exposure, the humans struggled to discern fact from fiction. As the relations between the north and south grew tense, the south had become especially distrustful of non-humans.

While they continued to help Raascot when needed, the reever presence in Farehold had felt eminently important to Samael, lest the people have nothing but insidious rumors on the fae and magic to educate themselves. The past fifty years had been particularly hard, Samael said. He felt uninspired to leave Uaimh Reev, preferring instead to dispatch his men from the fortress where he could best keep the continent safe.

“Samael?”

He arched a brow to acknowledge her question without looking up from his maps of the kingdoms, still intent on educating her about borders and disputes.

“I have a question about the All Mother.”

He paused then, relaxing his weight into one hand as he turned his attention to her. “Ask it.”

She swallowed. “We’re a religious organization, aren’t we? The reevers? Yet…”

He nodded. “Yet you’ll find very few reevers who are practicing believers? Yes, our affiliation with the church is little more than the union of a common enemy. The All Mother is believed to want peace and balance above all else, and it’s not the sort of thing priestesses and bishops can sully their hands in pursuing. You’ll find friends in the church on our wish for neutrality. It’s little more than that.”

The more Amaris learned about reevers and the function they served in maintaining magical balance, the more astonished and offended she felt that she’d never even heard of this league of assassins before her fateful escape from Farleigh.

On several occasions over her first few weeks in the keep, Amaris had tried, and failed, to speak to Brel. Odrin caught her talking to the boy one day as he dropped her meal in her rooms, and as the child left, her surrogate father explained why the boy never spoke. She’d been horrified as he told one of the most terrible tales she’d ever heard.