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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

“Nox, about what happened in the carriage—”

“You did what needed to be done.” She kept her response matter-of-fact before turning her body away, her attention once more on her drawings.

“What?” The Madame paled.

Nox did not look up from her desk. Her words carried over her shoulder with little emotion. She said flatly, “I was in the middle of an episode, and I would have flung us both from a moving carriage. You stopped us the only way you knew how.”

Millicent nodded, her movements jerky with extreme hesitation. It was, of course, the excuse she would have wanted to hear, no matter how hollow or false it sounded. Surely it was the very words the Madame would have used to plead her case in defense of her actions.

“If it’s all right with you, I’m quite tired today,” Nox said, still not bothering to look up.

“Of course, dear.”

“But…” Nox stopped her before she could exit the room, twisting in her seat to look at the Madame. “I’ll send word when I’m ready to see the Captain of the Guard.”

Nox used the excuse of the closing door to hide her expression from the Madame, though the woman’s confusion had been unmistakable. Let Millicent think whatever she wanted. She didn’t need to be convinced of Nox’s allegiance in order to desire the advancement of her plans. If Amaris was going to seek an audience with the queen, Nox would too. If she happened to have the kingdom’s chief executioner and head of all of Moirai’s troops at her beck and call through its commander, maybe that wouldn’t be such a terrible thing.

Thirty-Nine

Cities were fine for nobility, Amaris thought. They were probably considered both wonderful and necessary by monarchs and lordlings alike. A city’s civilized sensibilities surely made lovely content for tomes and ballads.

The nobility could keep their cities. The sights, sounds, smells, and overcrowding garnered no favor with Amaris.

The road to Queen Moirai’s castle ran through the heart of Priory, a sprawling cluster of buildings, markets, homes, and shacks belonging to the people outside of the walled city of Aubade. Priory served as a port town and began along the coast, but it had grown in a way that hugged the sea as it wrapped around the shores all the way to the castle.

The boys wanted to stop for food, but Amaris urged them forward. She had no pleasant affiliations when she thought of this city. All she knew of Priory was that she had marred her face and run to the mercies of a would-be assassin rather than allow herself to be taken here. Now she was on Cobb’s back, Nine and Fourteen at her sides with their reevers atop them, surrounded by the very city that had plagued her nightmares.