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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 swallowed, glancing back to the page. She left the book open as she stood, the leather-bound tome displaying the horrid, unmistakable image of a demon.

Seventeen

Amaris wasn’t sure whether this was the second or third most distressing moment of her life, but standing before one dozen judgmental assassins certainly contended for a prize in discomfort. The first, of course, was being separated from Nox. Battling for second place was meeting the woman who’d driven her to mar her skin and chase after a rogue life in the mountains.

In fifteen years, Amaris had seen only three dining rooms. The first was in Farleigh. It had been a well-lit room with a long, wooden table and high, arching windows to let in the sunlight. The table had been simple, lined with wooden benches and no decor to its name, save for a modest table runner that was easy to clean in the laundry.

The second dining room, made of wood and smelling of honest smoke from the hearth, she’d seen during her brief visit inside of the tavern of a nameless village the day before Stone, where the middle-aged woman had bandaged her wounds and found a scarf.

The third she stood in now.

She took one slow step into the room, then another, Odrin at her side.

Men of various sizes and ages sat at an oblong table carved from the mountain itself, though she couldn’t bring herself to truly absorb any of their features. Looking directly at them would either intimidate or distract her, and she could risk neither. Amaris was unable to recognize which one of them had opened the iron door on her first night, though she scanned for a spark of familiarity in their faces before averting her gaze. She knew that obvious signs of hostility might further thwart her efforts for their acceptance, and the cards appeared to have already been stacked against her. She wouldn’t require any additional obstacles in garnering their acceptance as she slowly walked into the space.

Odrin placed a fatherly hand on her back as he urged Amaris forward to the end of the table closest to the door. He left her to take a seat, joining the others while still saying as far from them as possible. As she stared at the distance between her and the others, she couldn’t help but feel it was a bit like avoiding the snapping jaws of dogs on short leashes.