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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. THE STONE KNIFE
  3. Dedication
  4. Map
  5. THE SINGER
  6. XESSA
  7. LILLA
  8. TAYAN
  9. ENET
  10. THE SINGER
  11. XESSA
  12. TAYAN
  13. PILOS
  14. LILLA
  15. TAYAN
  16. ENET
  17. THE SINGER
  18. TAYAN
  19. XESSA
  20. PILOS
  21. TAYAN
  22. PILOS
  23. LILLA
  24. XESSA
  25. ILANDEH
  26. ENET
  27. THE SINGER
  28. TAYAN
  29. XESSA
  30. LILLA
  31. XESSA
  32. ILANDEH
  33. PILOS
  34. TAYAN
  35. ENET
  36. THE SINGER
  37. LILLA
  38. PILOS
  39. TAYAN
  40. LILLA
  41. ENET
  42. THE SINGER
  43. ILANDEH
  44. PILOS
  45. XESSA
  46. ENET
  47. THE SINGER
  48. PILOS
  49. LILLA
  50. XESSA
  51. ILANDEH
  52. TAYAN
  53. ENET
  54. THE SINGER
  55. XESSA
  56. PILOS
  57. XESSA
  58. PILOS
  59. ILANDEH
  60. PILOS
  61. TAYAN
  62. XESSA
  63. EPILOGUE
  64. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  65. By Anna Stephens
  66. About the Publisher

Here, too, around the scattered dwellings and in the vast fields lining either side of the road, were slaves. And worse. Tayan hadn’t thought there could be anything below the class of slave. He had been wrong. As they walked towards the most opulent, populous city he had ever seen, the shaman had to force himself not to stare. Starving, filthy, naked beggars, calling out in a dozen accents, the tattoos of their tribes barely visible beneath the grime. Men and women, even children, offering their flesh in return for food. Some had made badly woven baskets or crude pots that hadn’t even been fired, their eyes dull with hopelessness.

‘Why?’ Tayan asked, but his voice broke and he had to repeat it. ‘Why are they here?’

Beyt glanced around as if only just noticing them. ‘The Singing City is the centre of the world and the source of the song. It attracts both the highest and the lowest of society. These have probably displeased their owners and been cast out, or didn’t sell in the flesh markets. Ignore them; the Choosers chip away at their number each new moon.’ She paused in thought. ‘And let me know if one of them touches you,’ she added eventually. ‘It is death for them to touch a free, and while I don’t quite understand your status here in the Empire, I won’t be responsible for your honour being fouled by them.’

‘There would be no dishonour,’ Tayan said quietly, but Beyt had already turned her back and increased her pace. She was as eager to reach the Singing City as Tayan was suddenly reluctant.

‘No wall,’ Betsu murmured. ‘Your Sky City has a wall to protect it from Drowned and to deter cats. This place has no wall. They don’t count either of those as a threat.’

She was right. More and more buildings began springing up to either side of the road, like mushrooms growing in cool shade. There was no clear entrance into the city; rather, it grew around the road – and grew big. Each building was easily the size of the council house back home, surrounded by high stone walls and tree-filled gardens.

‘These have walls,’ Tayan pointed out.