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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

What ensued was the most delightfully uncomfortable campfire shared in the whole of recorded history. Amaris knew it was wrong to chuckle. She knew that empathy was demanded of her and that both parties of men must be going through their own personal brands of torment. That being said, the absurdity was perhaps the single funniest thing she’d ever been privy to, and she savored every delicious moment of it. If this moment had a flavor, it would have been orange slices covered in chocolate—delectable for those with a very specific palate. Amaris, however, adored chocolate oranges and was positively delighted at the comedic discomfort of their campfire.

Their seven bodies had formed a horseshoe around the crackling fire. They were without a doubt the seven strongest and most terrifying things in the forest, a fact that allowed them to forgo the general wisdom of avoiding fires at night. As the only one who could successfully translate between the reevers and the Raascot fae, Amaris took on the role of deeply reluctant host. She assigned the men tasks just to give them something to do; otherwise they’d be forced to sit and stare at one another. Amaris ordered the Raascot fae to gather wood and kindling and had the reevers use their flint to light and foster a warm fire. She then told the men of Raascot to take a seat on one side, the river to their left, and the men of Uaimh Reev to take a seat to the opposite, the river to their right.

“She’s really bossy.” Malik frowned apologetically at the demons.

“Oh, it’s good to know it’s not just toward us,” Gadriel responded.

Ash and Malik cringed but tried to remain polite.

“What did he say?”

“He said that I’m delightful and that you should be grateful to have me.”

Gadriel gave her a withering look as she continued coordinating their evening.

At one point, Amaris was the one who left to collect more firewood. She was quite sure that no one had moved a muscle in her absence, everyone too rigid with discomfort to risk speaking or shifting.

She sat precisely in the middle at the top of the horseshoe as the intercession for the two groups of men and folded her hands over her legs.

“You’re a chatty bunch tonight, aren’t you?” she mumbled to herself. She would be the first to admit that she was taking entirely too much pleasure in their distress. They deserved their bitter medicine—both the reevers and the winged fae alike. Their intersection in her life had nearly cost her everything.