LOGIN“Here,” he groans. “Alive, but hurting. I thought you—”He doesn’t have to finish the sentence. He’s already been to my funeral once.“Alive, but hurting,” I repeat. “Cor—”“All right,” a woman says, her voice echoing off the stone so I can’t identify it. “I’m impressed.”Kaloni strides past the bar
AmvalAfter days and days of loneliness, pacing the confines of this mine and trying to convince myself the chart I scratched on the ground is nonsense again, someone finally speaks to me.“Amval?” Cirocco says through the mind-link.I leap to my feet. “Where are you?”“At the edge of the range,” he
Maybe, if everything goes wrong, he’ll remember that I said that. Maybe he’ll wonder if I wasn’t right all along. Maybe Kaloni can be brought to justice another way.“Is that all?” I stand.“No.” He stands to face me. “I know grief is hard—”I tut. “You already gave me this lecture. The morning afte
I grit my teeth. He has all the subtlety of a brick to the back of the head. Obviously, he is trying to intimidate Cirocco.Bravely, my betrothed bows. “King Kieran, Queen Raven. I am pleased to meet you properly.”Kieran looks him up and down witheringly. Raven curtsies, a sleepy Vespera balanced o
IngridTwo days before my wedding, I sit in the temple in front of Halit, the holy woman, and struggle not to fall asleep. She has that cadence to her voice, more lullaby than stirring religious rhetoric, and the temple is muggy-warm with late summer heat.And, of course, Kaloni has been running us
She is extremely competitive and can be lured into bets with odds strongly against her.Kaloni is horrifically afraid of spiders, and she’s even more frightened of anyone finding out. Anything.I sketch them out, draw lines between them, rank them by what I think she would do to keep them hidden, a