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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

Moirai’s throne room was a long, grandiose cathedral. Three levels of balconies had onlookers curiously watching the three reevers as they approached the thrones, with two additional pseudo-floors left solely for the light and expanse of palatial luxury. At least, there would have been light pouring in from the upper levels of skylights if it hadn’t been nightfall before the queen summoned them. Amaris, Malik, and Ash had scarcely had a chance to exchange two words in reunion before they were ushered into the room. She absently hoped Malik had been fed before they were shoved from the landing through the double doors of the monarch’s room. The entrance closed behind them as the reevers were led into the magnificent, imposing space to meet with Queen Moirai. Guards stepped from their place on either side of the doors, stoically safeguarding the only exit.

“Are you ready?” Ash asked her under his breath before they took the final steps down the long, carpeted aisle to see the queen on her throne.

Amaris nodded once. She was as ready as she’d ever be, yet acknowledging it and feeling it were two very different things. At least she had more than enough to look at to distract her from her inner turmoil.

Enormous columns connected the floor to the vaulted ceiling. Equally large stained-glass windows lined both sides of the throne room, and Amaris was sure that during the daylight hours, the rainbow they cast was spectacular. The only thing they could do was put one foot in front of the other.

She continued scanning the cathedral-like space, wondering if Ash and Malik were better at concealing their gapes than she was. The three reevers made their way down an ostentatiously long, plush rug of deep burgundy, trimmed in golden thread, that created a perfect runway from where they’d entered to the two imposing thrones, seats far too gaudy to feel noble, awaiting them at the end of the runner. The thrones, presumably one for the queen and one for the crowned prince, sat upon an elevated platform so the royals could look down their noses at anyone who approached.

Amaris vastly preferred the clean, honorable grays, furs, and leathers of Uaimh Reev to the gaudy reds and golds of Farehold, but then again, no one had ever consulted her opinion on decorating.