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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

The men walked away with a dark laugh shared between them, continuing down the hall rather than returning from where they’d come. Their footsteps echoed for a long, long while. From the sounds they made, the hall seemed to have no end. What sort of circular jail…

It was the halo.

Amaris remembered the animal in her mind’s eye. The vivid imagery of the castle from a bird’s-eye view filled her mind. She recalled the structure behind the castle she’d seen as it had betrayed its outlines from the shores in Priory. It looked like a horse. The throne room and surrounding space for courtiers had been its long snout. Castle Aubade had four towers. The two bottom towers would have composed the horses eyes, while a rectangular band attached two parallel towers for its ears; those were presumably reserved for the regency. There had been a circular shape on the back of the castle, visible only in snatches between the buildings as they’d ridden up because of how the castle sat on a hill. It had stirred in Amaris a memory of the sparring ring in Uaimh Reev. Their cells were a part of the enormous ringlet of the circle, which would make the center…a coliseum.

They were in the dungeon of a coliseum.

She wasn’t sure when she’d stopped breathing, nor was she sure she’d ever breathe again. No good could come from this realization. Amaris looked at the reevers, but she could say nothing. In the cell across from her, the boys hadn’t touched their food.

Perhaps Moirai meant only to allow Amaris to starve to death, her secrets dying with her. What would become of Malik and Ash? Would they be tortured to see what they knew, to see if the reevers had a plan to bring down Moirai and her deception, using their oath to stand against unholy powers?

A new sound sliced through her dread.

Would there be no reprieve from interruptions? Could they not be left alone to mourn and grieve together before Moirai had her final word? Once again it was the sound of footsteps, boots scraping on stone. As she strained her ears, she heard two voices. One was a man’s; the other, a woman’s. Was it the queen? No, the voice was too young, too gentle to belong to Moirai. What were they saying?

The man stepped into view first, a soldier dressed in a golden breastplate adorned by the sigil of the queen. Behind him followed a young, bronze woman with supple curves draped in black silk.

Forty-Three

This was what it meant to feel weightless.