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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

Today she opted for a more subdued approach to finessing the fine people of Yelagin. While nothing she owned could be considered particularly modest, the emerald dress she selected scooped to display her collarbones and hint at her cleavage without exposing her entire upper body quite as dramatically as she had the night before. Her attire wasn’t the layers of fabrics worn by most proper ladies, but a long skirt with a rather daring slit up to her thigh was the best she could do. Her blue cloak would help conceal her body from the additional attention, as it had the night before, until she locked in a potential source of information. The cloak was a rather flowy scrap of fabric appropriate for the summer temperatures, and though it was unusual to wear a cloak in the middle of the day, doing so shouldn’t draw too many strange looks.

The innkeeper had desperately wished he could have been more helpful to her when she explained that the redheaded gentleman had lifted a very precious heirloom of hers while trying to sweet-talk her over drinks last night. The man apologized profusely for not knowing more about the boy or the blond mercenary with whom he traveled. He swore he’d ask the barmaid as soon as she came in to work if she had any more information on the miscreants and that he’d send word to Nox right away if any news filtered through the chain of innkeepers regarding the thief. When she’d inquired about Raascot’s presence in the town, she had been reassured on no uncertain terms that no one from the neighboring kingdom had set foot in his tavern for decades.

Nox not only made stops at the taprooms but also chatted with any shopkeeper, vendor, or young boy who ran through the square. Most of what she heard was superstitious nonsense. The news consisted mostly of the gossip of peasants who bemoaned how their once safe woods were now home to demons and monsters of all varieties. She didn’t doubt that a pig or two had been killed by something like a vageth, and their education had only offered them what little vocabulary they had access to describe the incident.