Chapters (63)
- Dedication
- Map
- A Note to the Reader
- PART ONE
- The Keeper
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- PART TWO
- The Keeper
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- PART THREE
- The Keeper
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- PART FOUR
- The Keeper
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-one
- PART FIVE
- The Keeper
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Chapter Forty-five
- Cast of Characters
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
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Yes! said Giddon. We’re trying! But we don’t understand! Stop whom?
And then the silbercows’ messages faded, because they turned suddenly, streaking off to the north.
Wait! said Giddon. Whom should we stop? What are they doing?
“Did you hear what they said?” said Hava breathlessly, beside him.
“Yes. They want help,” he said.
“Did you see the house, the airship, and the explosion? The boat with the bodies?”
“Yes. And an imaginary Keeper too, which was confusing.”
“We need to get into that locked room,” said Hava. “The house they showed us could be this house.”
“Or any number of houses,” said Giddon. “The Cavendas have a house on a cliff in the north. A lot of people have houses on cliffs.”
“Sure, but we’re literally standing in one right now, Giddon. A house with secrets, and a locked room.”
Something was still wrenching inside Giddon at the loss of the silbercows. Something about them had made him want to understand them so badly, but now they were gone. He gripped the railing, frustrated. “I agree we should get into that room,” he said. “But we have a lot of questions to answer. The answers won’t all be in that room. Mikka and Brek found something in the north.” Mikka and Brek. What a nightmare, to be locked inside a cabin while one’s ship sank. What a horrible way to die.
“I’m going to avenge them,” said Giddon. “For Bitterblue.”
“Of course you are,” said Hava. “I am too. But heads up, because that looks like Quona’s airship.” She pointed north, where a dot had appeared in the sky.
“I hope not,” said Giddon. “She said she might be gone all night. It’s barely afternoon.”
“I think we should start paying more attention to what she says,” said Hava, “and how well it matches up with what she does. Now, let’s get inside before she sees us.”
Chapter Twenty
On the night of the prime minister’s gala, a week after her parents’ dinner party, Lovisa arrived at the Keep with two questions. First, had her mother brought her fox to the party, or left him at home? Second—if the fox was indeed at the party—whom could she use as a decoy, to sneak home?
The entrance hall was alive with noise and color. Above her, the glass dome of the Keep disappeared into darkness, making her wish for quiet, solitude, the stars.