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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

Angrily, Ash snapped, “Why didn’t you address the guards instead? Why didn’t you command them? When your power did nothing to the witch, why didn’t you turn your attention away from her!”

Malik kicked the redhead, eyes flashing. His voice came out in a snarl. It was only the second time in her life that she’d heard anger from Malik, and she knew it was for her benefit.

“What’s done is done, you ruddy fool. She’d spent weeks prepared to give her speech to the queen and the queen alone. Do you want your last moments with her to be scolding her for not being all-knowing?”

Last moments, he had said. Malik was right. The queen would never let her live. In seeing through the monarch’s illusion, Amaris knew more than perhaps anyone else in Farehold, and knowledge was a dangerous thing. There was no way she’d be permitted to make it out alive. It was through grime, tears, and a soaked, filthy gag that she eyed her friends. This might be the final time she looked at them. Ash, with his flaws, his joys, his angers, his arrogant flirtation. Malik, with his goodness, his generosity, his selflessness and strength. Wet tears joined the moisture of the saliva against her gag as they tumbled from her eyes, absorbed by the cloth that bound her mouth. She leaned her forehead against the chilled bars and closed her eyes.

This was it. The how and when remained an unimportant question, given that a death sentence loomed over her as inevitably as the sun rose in the east and set in the west. If this was how she went, she’d pass amidst the stench of mold and filth. She’d leave the earth and join the All Mother with her arms aching against their binds, her heart throbbing against her failure. She’d die unable to say goodbye to her brothers.