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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

Several of them seemed to flex and flare their wings in response.

“I don’t think we can help you get into the city—at least, not during the daytime.”

“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t ask for your help in entering the city, is it?”

“Could you at least try to be pleasant?” Gadriel asked dryly.

She chewed her meat for a moment, considering it. “No.”

Ash frowned. “What are they saying?”

“They want to be even more problematically involved in our lives than they already are.”

Gadriel ignored her response. He had spent hundreds of years serving as a respected general in Raascot, and the goddess’s humor had forced him to collaborate with a headstrong, disrespectful witch. He pretended she hadn’t said anything as he answered.

“If you can travel by night and try to call an audience with her majesty after the sun is down, we’ll have your back to the best of our abilities.”

Amaris frowned. “I do think there’s something we haven’t considered. While we know the queen was ordering the killing of northern men, often the simple folk are just as responsible as Moirai’s armed troops for hunting you, correct? The citizens of Farehold are not slaughtering fae; they’re killing what they believe to be demonic abominations. How would my persuasion change that? I mean, if I saw what Ash and Malik saw, I’d kill you too. Come to think of it, I still might.”

It was Zaccai’s turn to speak. “I think you need to give us a little more credit. A pitchfork flung by a spooked farmer isn’t what’s taking us down.” His lips twitched in a half smile. “I don’t doubt any reever’s ability to face us in battle—you’d make a formidable opponent. But you’ve had plenty of opportunities to kill us. Admit it—you’re our friend.”

“I most certainly am not.”

Gadriel arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want her as a friend?”

Amaris’s eyes narrowed.

One of the new companions, Silvanus, a brutish, unpleasant man, spoke. “Queen Moirai—goddess curse her to hell—knows what she’s doing. She’s sending orders knowing where we are and what her troops are to be on the lookout for.”