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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

Amaris supposed Ash would have drawn stares wherever he went. Between the dying-ember color of his hair and the point of his ears, there’d be no passing an ordinary citizen of Farehold. Ash had been raised in Farehold with his human mother, and as he never volunteered information on his fae father, Amaris kept herself from pushing him on the topic.

Malik, as amiable as ever, would most definitely have drawn smiles from the passersby if he’d been traveling alone. He had a face that could fit in anywhere. His easy aura was disarming to even the most suspicious of folk. Wariness melted into pleasantries as strangers’ eyes slid from Ash and Amaris to Malik, which made her appreciate and envy her cheery, golden brother in equal proportions.

His likability was an asset that they weren’t quick to dismiss. Ash and Amaris sent him into towns alone on more than one occasion to fetch dinner or supplies when they needed to be in and out without raising an eyebrow regarding their whereabouts. The journey from Uaimh Reev to Aubade was too long to subject themselves to unnecessary skepticism at every village.

The game of watching faces worked in both directions.

Maidens always seemed to favor Malik, which was just as fun for Ash and Amaris to observe as it was uncomfortable for Malik to experience. The way his cheeks flushed, humbly shying away from the attention, only made him more attractive to the village girls and their giggles. There was nothing quite like the strong, muscled shoulders of a man who didn’t carry the weight of his own ego.

While she deeply enjoyed traveling with the boys, she wasn’t sure if they could say the same. They loved her and trusted her, of course. It was her inability to go anywhere without drawing attention that made discretion nearly impossible.

After the first day of drawing gaping stares, she’d kept her hood up even in the heat of summer’s midday sun. She grumbled with discomfort as sweat dripped down her sternum on the front of her shirt and slicked her hair. The shadow cast down over her brows and eyelashes hid her prominent features. Cobb, ever the mount, seemed unbothered no matter how many farmers skidded to a stop in front of him or horses were steered wide of the road to avoid them. Cobb’s reliable calm always drew affectionate, appreciative strokes from his rider. The sweet, gray beast didn’t have two thoughts in his head to rub together. She didn’t care. She’d met Cobb on the day of her liberation and would always tie her love for him to her freedom. Weeks on the road would give them plenty of time for conversation, though it seemed she was the only one interested in discussing horses.