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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

His startled look erupted in a short, terse laugh. It was the moment they’d all needed for a break in the tension. It hadn’t been nearly as funny as his smile made it out to be, but the pain of the day had allowed any small relief to paint his features with a grin.

“I’d say you’ve done more than enough to make amends.”

He turned toward the forest with his intent to gather wood but stiffened, back tight.

Sensing his motion, the other two turned from where they’d huddled, following his stare. A snap from the trees drew their eyes to whatever Ash had spotted.

The shy face of a monstrous ag’imni waved at them from the underbrush. It made no attempts to advance, waiting for the reevers and the dark-haired girl to acknowledge it.

Though truly terrifying in its appearance, the sight was…silly. A demon…waving.

Nox tensed so much that the man beside her tightened his grip in response, holding her steady as her heart thundered. Her eyes darted to the fallen swords, but the men did not reach for their weapons.

The ag’imni held up a single twisted talon as if to beckon them to wait a moment before he ducked behind a tree. He reappeared with a bundle of blankets between his spindly, amphibious arms. The absurdity felt like a dream. Perhaps they’d perished in the castle and this was the afterlife. Maybe they’d been knocked unconscious and their nightmares and daydreams of escape and of monsters had bled into one another.

Ash extended his hands to accept the bundled offer from the ag’imni. Nox’s first instinct was to be baffled at the obscene partnership, or appalled on behalf of the goddess’s decency, but there was something else that nudged at her from within her ribs while she watched the exchange. She’d watched Amaris spare a demon from execution. She’d watched an ag’imni hoist her snowflake onto the dragon’s back.

“For the lady,” the demon said, its voice little more than nails and rust and glass. The reevers winced at the shrill, grating sound.

Nox cocked her head, turning from where she sat and shaking herself out from underneath Malik’s arm to face the creature fully.

“For me?”

The ag’imni tilted its grotesque head to the side. It peered at her with the soulless, molten eyes of a demon. It looked at her with both calm and uncertainty.

“You were in Yelagin,” it said.