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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 girls had physical provisions stored throughout the manor. They had knowledge of the continent, where to go, and how to survive. They knew from Mable’s tales of travel that Priory was at least two weeks on the road—assuming they’d find access to horses. They could taste their freedom.

While neither girl had stepped foot beyond the grounds of Farleigh, they both knew enough of the land to know that if they went north, they’d reach the forests at the base of the mountains. Raascot wasn’t just the kingdom of dark fae, nor was it only the birthplace of monster lore. It was also terribly cold, densely wooded, and filled with icy, treacherous terrain. All hushed manner of things mentioned about the mountains filled Amaris’s and Nox’s veins with enough ice that they knew their safest bet was to angle themselves southwest toward the coast. Even if they were to end up unloved and homeless, it was a fate best served in conditions that wouldn’t chew their fingers and toes with frostbite.

Amaris had pulled her weight in their efforts. She’d reported that her chores in the laundry the day before had gone well, though she’d only found one new cloak and wasn’t sure that their thin, leather shoes would be sufficient for their travels. Nox had smiled sadly at the pretty mittens Amaris had pocketed for her. Even in their haste to get away, Amaris was still looking for lovely stitching, warm gifts, and small ways to make her smile. Still, they’d need more if they had any chance of surviving beyond the walls.

“Mable said that Priory was more than two weeks away,” Nox said.

Amaris was resolute. “It has to be tonight.”

“It doesn’t,” Nox cautioned. “Even if Millicent left the Selkie the very moment she received the raven, there’d still be two weeks of travel ahead of her. That was one week ago. It’s a large continent. We have seven days. If we aren’t ready…”

“We’re ready. We’ll go after you finish your chores in the kitchens. Tonight.”

Nox bit her lip as she eyed Amaris’s unwavering intensity. She recognized the look of a trapped animal and knew that if they stayed for a moment longer, Amaris would chew her leg off like the proverbial fox in a snare.

“Okay,” she conceded. “Go see what you can do about a second cloak. I’ll get us what we need. We’ll leave tonight.”