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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

Gadriel used his body to secure Amaris against the beast, clutching her tightly with one arm, shielding her with his bloodied, tattered wings. He let out a low growl from the effort as he gripped the blackened spike with what she could only imagine was every drop of strength he possessed. Amaris craned to see that Gadriel’s foot was lodged firmly on the spine behind him, pressing them into the space for a semblance of security as the winged serpent broke free. He had her. She was safe.

She may have been securely pinned to the demon, but the danger had not yet passed.

The dragon used its front feet to tear up the stadium wall, talons ripping apart the coliseum’s stone and sending even more citizens careening to their deaths by either the force of its wings or under its claws as it climbed. Amaris peered between the gaps in Gadriel’s torn wings to see Moirai as the ag’drurath hoisted them through the stadium. The queen continued screaming, her shrill, terrified cries amplified by her enchantment object, the gutless sounds of Farehold’s spineless monarch filling the arena. The ag’drurath ripped its way to the coliseum’s edge, throwing its great, black body off the back of the structure and over the cliff into the sea where the free fall could allow the monster to find the wind it needed to become truly airborne.

The instant buzz of freedom filled her like a gallon of wine. She nearly laughed as she pushed her face into Gadriel’s shoulder, burying her face into the chest of the warrior who held her. They’d done it.

The great serpent shot like a blackened arrow over the city of Aubade, twisting its body away from the civilians’ shores and toward the blue horizon of the ocean. It shrieked what may have been a horrible, blood-curdling scream of delight while it twisted in the sky, a tightly rotating spiral darting through the air. Gadriel flexed his wings, allowing them to act like an extra pair of hands at her back, cradling her in close to him while the gravitational pull of the dragon’s whirl threatened to rip them from their grip of the monster. The ag’drurath shrieked again, its cry the sounds of tin and metal and demons while simultaneously the music of freedom, joy, and escape as it shot for the north, keeping the shore to its left and putting the coliseum with its captors and swords and chains as far behind it as it could.

They were free.

Forty-Seven

Nox nearly choked on the sight as the dark, horrid silhouette pierced the sky. Her heart abandoned its place into her chest, lodging itself firmly in her throat as the shape shot into the distance.