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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

Amaris, along with Gadriel’s unconscious form, waited through the coldest parts of the night when her muscles became spasmed with frost, twitching and clenching against the chill. Her teeth chattered; her lips turned blue. She clung to Gadriel, who still hadn’t stirred in her lap. They waited as an owl hooted, and a distant coyote seemed to call for its scavenging pack, possibly elated to find the scattered carrion of sheep left behind by the ag’drurath. She waited until the dark night began to color into an equally cold, gray morning, her fingers fading from the red of early frostbite to the unfeeling death of chill. When Amaris felt herself slipping, releasing herself to the cold, she found herself muttering a long-forgotten prayer to the goddess for both her and the fae in her lap. It was imperceptible, inaudible. She wasn’t sure if she believed half of what she said. Her hands were a deathly shade of blue.

Her eyes saw nothing as she was loaded onto a cart, unknown hands carefully placing both her and Gadriel on a flat-bed wagon behind a horse. Her ears heard nothing as the group of people hissed at one another, one a matronly, scolding voice. She perceived nothing as the lights of the forest and its clouds changed to unnaturally bright overhead lights of looming, lamplike structures, casting burning light greater than day into her unseeing eyes as she was carried into the university.

Excerpt from The Sun and Its Shade

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The Sun and Its Shade

“Cinnamon, cardamom, pepper.” Amaris mumbled the words quietly. “And plums. Always plums.”

The way she inhaled was like sipping wine, as if she were savoring each delicate scent. Amaris had always said that Nox smelled like dark spices and the sweet, ripe fruit they’d had the chance to try on rare occasions. She’d also stated more than once that it was the best smell in the world, better than baked bread or perfume or chocolate.

She cuddled into Nox, sleepily muttering something about comfort, safety, and home.

Nox tucked Amaris in closely, using a single finger to trace a line down her spine.

“How do you always smell so good?” Amaris asked.

Nox smiled at that, closing her eyes. Amaris was the one with the clean scent of melting snow and freshly cut juniper. Nox relaxed her face against the top of Amaris’s head. Her smile didn’t last long. Her lips tugged down at the edges when the familiar feeling dampened her spirit like a wet quilt over their bubble of warmth and safety. Whether a gift or a curse, Nox had always been able to tell when she was dreaming.