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“Only one way to find out,” Phosyne says, and her eyes flash with an eager hunger. “And we must hope we can. For there is no food in Aymar Castle.”

Voyne pulls them both close and, together, they take the next step.

Acknowledgments

Acknowledgments

The Starving Saints is a strange book from a strange time. I wrote the first draft at the tail end of 2020, after my first miscarriage (of what would be many), living largely in lockdown—I was, to put it simply, a mess. I wrote this book out of order, sometimes down to the sentence level, in an attempt to get around my anxiety. Was the book too ambitious? Too strange? Too ridiculous? I’d never tried writing a book with three POVs, or in a medieval-inspired setting, and I’d only ever written present tense in fanfiction.

So, first, to the people who got me through that wild first draft:

David, you knew from the word go that my weird cannibalism book was going to be a big one. You dove headfirst into research and theorycrafting with me, helped me figure out how obligation and fealty were going to play a crucial role in the plot, and cheered me on the whole way. This book would not exist without you.

Alex and Integra, my first readers, my rubber ducks, my dearest friends: you know what happened to Ser Leodegardis in the end, even if nobody else can. Treasure that.

Once that initial draft was wrestled into submission, it went to Art, ST Gibson, and Emma Mieko Candon, who promptly lost their shit in the most supportive and wonderful ways. Thank you all for reading this book in its larval form.

To Caitlin McDonald and Cameron McClure: you found The Starving Saints a home, something we knew would happen eventually, but I despaired over happening anytime soon. And, Caitlin—you were right, Ser Voyne does have two hands.

To the Harper Voyager team: I’m so glad to be back! Nate Lanman, you’re a fantastic editor, and your focus and delight in this project was unparalleled. Owen Corrigan, that is one hell of a cover design. Lara Báez, Andrew DiCecco, Shelby Peak, Patrick Barry, and so many other members of the Voyager team that I haven’t yet had a chance to meet, you’ve worked so hard to make this book the total package and helped it reach readers. Thank you.

Jason Stevan Hill, I first came up with the idea for a disillusioned knight, a mad mage, and a pissed-off rat catcher as a Choice of Games concept, which we ultimately didn’t pursue. It took a few extra years, but those bones remain in this book. Thank you.

Cherith, Blushie, and my other Dragon Age fandom friends, I hope you enjoy my Ser Voyne as much as you did my Ser Cauthrien.