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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

The icy shock known only to those who survived combat pressed down on her. She’d studied the beasts. She knew of demons. She knew that she was supposed to separate their heads from their bodies, that pieces were to be cut, sliced, and buried. She knew that demons couldn’t truly be killed. Now that Amaris faced it in the moment, she was paralyzed. She couldn’t force herself to move or to speak. She knew neither whom to thank or how to proceed. Instead, she remained motionless as she trembled with sweat, adrenaline, and confusion.

The three heaved for air from their respective places within the clearing, eyeing one another in the wake of their victory. Amaris had outrun death itself and doubled over, pulling oxygen into her lungs from the flight. The blackened, stinking blood of the beseul stained the earth between them. The reever opened her mouth to speak when a cry erupted. For the briefest of moments she jumped in her own skin, terrified the noise had come from the beseul, but no—the noise had come from the trees.

They hadn’t been given more than ten seconds of relief before a new threat descended upon them.

With the crash of breaking branches, pounded dirt, and the grunt of a hero’s battle cry, Malik thundered from the forest with Ash fast on his heels. Malik body-checked the winged soldier, catching him off guard in his post-slaying pause, wrestling him to the ground. Of course it was the reevers. She had cried out to alert them to the beseul and then taken off into the forest with death on her heels, running for her very life. They’d sprinted into action and pursued the nightmare, destined to eliminate the threat.

Amaris couldn’t understand why her men didn’t stop when they saw that they weren’t facing the beseul. Confusion, horror, and exhaustion tore through her in equal pulls, the fingers of each emotion clawing at her from the inside out. She’d already suffered and survived far too much in such a short stretch of time. She couldn’t make sense of the chaos as it unfolded.

Ash crossed blades with the dark-haired general, who twisted his position just in time to throw up a defensive sword. The redheaded reever moved with the agility of the fae as he swung again and again, relentless. The motion of the clash had happened so fast, Amaris could barely see her friend wince as Malik took a dagger to the shoulder and rolled away as if it were a bee sting.

Amaris watched with something between dread and disbelief. The beast had been slain and pandemonium had ensued with such immediacy that she could scarcely find her voice.