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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

She rolled the long-lost name around from the front of her brain to the back. She said it out loud a time or three. It would make more sense to convince herself that she had hallucinated the entire encounter than to believe that four damned creatures of hell had been discussing the white hair and lavender eyes of her Amaris.

That hadn’t been the only information they’d shared. She made herself focus, desperately wishing she’d had a pen and paper. Amaris was heading to Aubade. Amaris was not alone. Amaris could see them. What did that mean, that Amaris could see them? They were not invisible; Nox had seen the membranous, stretched skin of their batlike wings as a demonic entity had entered the barn’s upper window. She had seen the gargoyle’s face as it had peered down at her. What else had she heard? There had been more; she knew there had been more.

There had been four voices, yes; of that much she was certain. She’d learned two of their names. They were talking about Amaris. She was traveling south with…what had they said? She was traveling southwest toward Aubade to meet with the queen. She had two male companions. One was fae. One was fae? Had there been another word used to describe him?

Yes, she realized. One was a fire-haired fae. That’s how the beast had described him. Nox had been sharing drinks only one night ago with Amaris’s ruddy, faeling friend. Not her captor. Not her enemy. Her riding companion. She had been across the table from Amaris’s friend. She had grabbed the hand of Amaris’s friend.

What else had they said? Nox felt strongly that there had been one more piece to the puzzle, but the voice inside herself continued to shout, “Amaris is alive! Amaris is here, in Farehold! Amaris is heading south! She’s alive, she’s alive, she’s alive!” Whatever the demons had said, they had clearly wanted to ally with her. Nox knew she’d fight on the side of the ag’imni if they were truly Amaris’s allies. But that couldn’t be true. The ag’imni were creatures of nightmares. They were damnation personified, clawing their way up from the earth, escaped abominations who had wriggled free from the goddess’s hell. In what conceivable plot could Amaris be the champion of hell?