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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

He looked back at the town. It was clear from his face that part of him wanted her to leave, to start her new life. Amaris stared intently at Odrin for his response. She studied his features as he seemed to shake off whatever had invaded his thoughts. Odrin stared at her for a long moment.

The horse huffed impatiently as if urging them to make up their minds.

With a look that informed her he fully understood he was making a mistake, he extended his arm to her and swung her up behind him.

* * *

Her tailbone had never felt such pain.

Amaris wanted to whine, but she knew she had to do everything within her power to prevent Odrin from regretting his decision. His reluctance had been clear, and if she griped about the ache of her legs or bruise of her lowermost spine, she was worried he’d make her walk back to Farleigh.

No one had told her that riding could be so grueling. Her legs throbbed painfully from gripping the saddle. Every muscle she possessed screamed at her as the pair dismounted for the night. She was as stiff as a corpse.

Odrin hadn’t permitted them to start a fire that night. When she asked why, he explained that fires were fine during the day for cooking, but there were plenty of reasons a pair of humans—or a human and whatever she was—would not want to draw the attention of the things that lived in the dark.

Amaris curled on her side, listening to Odrin move about as he prepared himself for sleep. He’d disappeared into the forest, which wasn’t unusual for their short time together. He’d gone to get rabbits and wood and taken care of goddess-knows-what whenever they’d stopped. This time he did not return empty-handed.

“Amaris,” he said as he extended an object.

She sat up and looked at what was being offered. He’d cut a large bough of a soft conifer. Her brows puckered as she accepted the tree branch, staring at him with mixed confusion.

“Most of your body heat is lost through the ground. You shouldn’t sleep directly on the earth, even with your cloak,” he said. Odrin set down a few cut branches of his own and pulled his cloak up over his body, grunting what could have been a “Good night.”