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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

That explained how they were communicating with the farm family, but not why anyone would accept the unholy scribbles of demons as any form of command. Perhaps they had threatened Tess’s mother or her precious child. Nox didn’t know much about demons, though nothing she’d read on the ag’imni had led her to believe them to be very intelligent. The bloodthirsty humanoids were rumored to have some gifts of speech, but only for the purpose of spreading lies and instilling fear. These voices seemed like the astute plans of men, not the serpentine whispers of the damned. Her head swam with questions of Tess’s mother and the woman’s affiliation with demons, but she pushed them aside to listen.

“How does she expect us to help?”

It was the third voice again. From the sounds of shuffled weight, there seemed to be more than three. How many additional diabolical presences were loitering overhead in the hay? Nox had wasted all her fear outside. Fortitude settled over her as she became determined to absorb every scrap of information disseminated from the loft above.

“She didn’t ask for our help. We offered it” came the insistence from the only name she’d learned—Gadriel. “This is the chance we’ve been looking for. I’m telling you—this is the one. She’s southwest bound on the regency’s road as we speak.”

The first voice chimed in with cautious optimism. “She travels with companions, but I don’t believe they’ll pose a threat to us. At least, I have high hopes.”

A new voice now, a fourth guttural and bitter one, responded.

“I have too many dead men to trust your beliefs, Cai. How many years will it take for you to see the bodies of your friends and countrymen before you stop hoping for the best in these people.”

Cai was the first voice, then. She had two names to work with now. She’d remember them for her ledger when she made it back to the Selkie. Nox was sure she’d think of nothing else for the entirety of the nine days she was to spend on the road back to Priory, pushing her horse within an inch of its life on the hard ride home.