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The Queen Without a Mate

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Haydee

She asked if I would still love her when she was no one's, and I gave her the only answer that could save her.

I took my hands off the last of the red thread and let it fall, and did not gather her up to me, though every cell in my body howled to. I stayed there with my hands open and my daughter loose and free between them, belonging to no one, mine to lose, and told her the truth I had learned at the bottom of my own life.

"Listen to me,

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  • Rejected by my Mate, Chosen by his Enemy   Lucien Breaks

    HaydeeShe did not die. That was the first mercy of a night with very few.The blade had gone in low and sure, but Nerra was a mother turned assassin, not a trained one, and grief makes the hand shake at the last inch even when it means to be steady.We had Evanthe on the floor with Cole's hands pressed to the wound and Hunter shouting the tower awake for a healer, and the old queen breathed, shallow and stubborn, clinging to the life she had spent twenty years in a cell protecting mine with.She would live. The healer said it near dawn, gray with exhaustion, and I let out a breath I had been holding since the stairwell.And then I turned and saw Lucien, and understood the night was not over. It had only turned into something else.Lucien Roux sat on the cold stone floor of his mother's prison with his shoulders against the wall and his knees drawn up like a boy, and he was not elegant, and he was not cold, an

  • Rejected by my Mate, Chosen by his Enemy   The Mother of the Dead Child

    HaydeeIt was Lucien who put the last piece in, because Lucien always saw a thing whole before the rest of us caught up."A grieving mother," he said slowly, turning it over, "who learned her dead child was made into a lie about the Moongale line. Who has wanted the High Luna dead for years. Who has now been given the means."He looked at me, and I watched him arrive where I had already arrived."Haydee. The murders. The freed widow with your crescent carved over her body. The killings signed with your own sigil to frame you." His voice dropped. "We have been hunting a professional. We have been hunting a mother. It is the same person. Your assassin and the woman whose daughter died in your cradle are one woman, and her name is the one Evanthe has been carrying up here for twenty years.""Nerra," Evanthe said.She said the name the way you set down something heavy. And I understood, standing in that grey tower, that

  • Rejected by my Mate, Chosen by his Enemy   The Switched Cradle

    HaydeeNo one in that windowless room moved.I did not move. I stood in front of a woman twenty years locked away and waited for her to unmake the one certainty I had left, which was that I knew nothing about the truth of my own birth.Evanthe told it the way she seemed to do everything, plainly, without weight, as though reading names off a list, and the flatness of her voice was the most frightening thing about the story, because a person only speaks that calmly about a horror they have lived beside for a very long time."The night you were born," she said, "was the night they came to kill you. Ursula knew Carmen was near her time. She had waited years for the Moonborn line to produce one more heir, so that she could end it in the cradle and keep the last true Moongale blood for her workings. Her agents were inside the walls when your first cry went up. You had perhaps an hour before they reached the room.""There was an

  • Rejected by my Mate, Chosen by his Enemy   Lucien's Mother

    HaydeeEvery pack in the north has a room it does not talk about. Bloodpine had a tower.It stood at the cold northern corner of Lucien's holdfast, tall and narrow and windowless above the third floor, and the servants did not go near it, and in three visits to Bloodpine I had never once been told what it was.Now I knew.It was the silent tower, and Bloodpine had used it for three hundred years to keep the family truths it could neither kill nor free, and for the last twenty years it had kept one prisoner. Queen-Mother Evanthe. Lucien's mother. Declared mad after the Moonborn line fell, sealed away from the world while her son was still a boy, and left there so long that most of the north believed her dead.She was not dead. She was the one living soul who had watched me born. And to save my crown, I had to climb that tower and ask a madwoman to remember me.Lucien did not want to open the door.I had never

  • Rejected by my Mate, Chosen by his Enemy   The Illegitimate Queen

    HaydeeThey read the petition aloud in my own court, because a charge against a queen must be spoken where the queen can hear it, and I stood on my dais and listened to a piece of paper try to unmake me.It did not say I was a bad ruler. I could have fought that. It did not say I had killed the widow or shaken the bonds too far. It said something worse, something I had not braced for, because no one in my whole life had ever been cruel to me in quite this direction.It said I had never been born.The claim, in the cold words the clerk read out, was this. That Haydee Moongale was not the daughter of Carmen Moongale at all. That there was no true child, no true birth, no Moongale heir. That the woman on the throne was a thing grown in the dark from stolen Moonborn blood, a made creature wearing a dead line's face, an impostor with no more right to the crown than any other clever forgery.That I was not a person who had been

  • Rejected by my Mate, Chosen by his Enemy   Attack on Carmen

    ColeCole had not wanted to leave the White Den, and he had gone the moment Haydee asked, because the two things were not in conflict.She had pulled him aside as the sanctuary turned strange around them, her voice low and fast. If this place is Ursula's, then Ursula has our every position, and the first thing she will reach for is the one person I cannot lose. Go to my mother. Guard her yourself. I trust no one else with this.And Cole had ridden through the night without a word of argument, because a year ago he had helped keep Carmen Moongale in a cellar under his own house, and now the woman who should hate him most was handing him the chance to stand between her and the dark. He would not waste it.So he was already at the capital, already outside the old solar in the east wing where Carmen lay recovering, when the attack came.They came in the last black hour before dawn, over the east wall, past two of the three gua

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