Blog Tour+ARC Review: Justified by Jay Crownover

We are so excited to celebrate the release of JUSTIFIED by Jay Crownover by being part of the blog tour today! JUSTIFIED is part of the new Loveless, Texas series and it is available now!

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JUSTIFIED by Jay Crownover

Loveless, Texas #1 | Available Now


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The New York Times bestselling author of the Marked Men series delivers a romance about a rugged Texas sheriff who must protect the woman who was once his sworn enemy...

 Case Lawton comes from a family of criminals. So as the sheriff of Loveless, Texas, he's determined to do everything by the book--until he's called to Aspen Barlow's office after a so-called break-in. The last thing he wants to do is help the woman who cost him custody of his son. But Aspen isn't the heartless lawyer Case remembers, and he starts to question his long-held grudge...

 Aspen is scared for her life, and Case is her last hope for protection. But to get him on her side, she'll have to reveal the painful truth from all those years ago. Now, as they work together to track down a dangerous criminal, Case and Aspen learn to trust each other. And as the threats escalate, it becomes clear there's a thin line between love and hate... because there's nothing Case wouldn't do to keep her safe.  

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I received an e-ARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. 

Case and Aspen are two people who were hit hard by life and both try to find new meaning after the tragedy. Well, add in a mystery, car chases and steamy romance and you have a great recipe that never fails to amaze me in a book by Jay Crownover.

The town of Loveless is a great place to develop this new series. There used to be a very high crime rate and Case, as the new Sheriff, tries to bring back peace and justice after he brought down his own father, who was the previous sheriff. Aspen tries to settle after her separation with her husband and soon she will find herself entangled into a mystery that wants her dead.

Haters to lovers relationships are also a favorite trope for me. And it was done in a way that felt realistic and emotional. I can't wait to see what will happen with the next upcoming couple!



Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, The Saints of Denver Series, The Point Series, Breaking Point Series, and the Getaway Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.

  Connect with her: Website | Facebook | Instagram | Goodreads | Reader Group


Release Day Blitz+Excerpt+Giveaway: "Hero" Hayley Faiman

Today we have the release blitz for Hayley Faiman’s HERO! Check it out and get your copy today!


Title: HERO

Author: Hayley Faiman

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About HERO:

Defeated. Coward. Gutless. Weak.   

Perceptions define the man that I have become on the inside. The world may not see me this way, but this is who I am.  

  Sullied. Contaminated. Worthless. Masked.  

 The way I perceive myself affects every aspect of my life. The world may see a perfectly clean person, but on the inside, I am nothing but dirty and scarred.  

  The world sees us one way. We see ourselves another. Perceptions are what we’ve given ourselves. Perceptions of what we think we deserve.

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Exclusive Excerpt:

“She’s it for me, Dad,”
I say. My dad blinks, his eyes widening and then a smile slowly spreads on his face, but it won’t last long.
“She has something ugly in her past, she’s hiding it from me,” I admit.
 My dad’s smile falters, then his lips press close together. He takes a step toward me, his hand lifting and grabbing hold of my shoulder with a squeeze.
“You think your mama didn’t come from somethin’ real ugly?” he asks. I gulp, nodding my head as I think about Rylan’s drug addict father, who so happens to be my mama’s brother.
 “You ain’t gonna fix her, not ever. Don’t try. But you know what you can do? You can love her. You can show her that her past doesn’t define her future, that she can live a good clean life at your side. Just love her, even when it’s hard, even when shit gets really fuckin’ ugly, because it will,” he says, his voice is like steel, his body held tight like granite. This man has experience. He knows what I’m getting ready to involve myself in and he’s not warning me to run. “Love her,” I repeat.
 I do, fucking hell I’m falling in love with her, every second of every day I fall a bit farther. I didn’t think it was possible, didn’t think that I would ever find someone, but there is something different about her. Something intriguing, sexy and wonderful.
 “Love her,” he repeats back. “Don’t give up, even when she pushes you away, and she will. Call me, I’m here for advice if you ever need it, son.”


About the Author:

I was born and raised in a small farming town in California. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 19. We married four years later and have two little boys! We lived in Oregon for a few years while he served in the US Coast Guard. Texas is now where we call home, where our boots rest, and where we’re raising our two little boys and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.

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Waiting on Wednesday: A House of Rage and Sorrow (The Celestial Trilogy #2) by Sangu Mandanna

Can't-Wait Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted here, at Wishful Endings, to spotlight and discuss the books we're excited about that we have yet to read. Generally they're books that have yet to be released. It's based on Waiting on Wednesday, hosted by the fabulous Jill at Breaking the Spine. If you're continuing with WOW, feel free to link those up as well! Find out more here.

Summary from GoodReads

One kingdom. One crown. One family.

“Maybe it’s time the great House of Rey came to an end. After all, what are we now? Just a house of rage and sorrow.”

Esmae once wanted nothing more than to help her golden brother win the crown of Kali but that dream died with her best friend. Alexi broke her heart, and she vowed to destroy him for it. And with her sentient warship Titania beside her, how can she possibly fail?

As gods, beasts, and kingdoms choose sides, Alexi seeks out a weapon more devastating than even Titania. Past lives threaten the present. Old enemies claim their due. And Esmae cannot outrun the ghosts and the questions that haunt her. What really happened to her father? What was the third boon her mother asked of Amba? For in the shadows, lurking in wait, are secrets that will swallow her whole.

The House of Rey is at war. And the entire galaxy will bleed before the end. 

Release Day Blitz: "Justified" (Loveless, Texas #1) by Jay Crownover

We are so excited to celebrate the release of JUSTIFIED by Jay Crownover with you today! JUSTIFIED is part of the new Loveless, Texas series and it is available now!

Links to purchase your copy can be found below.

Join Jay's Reader Group for Exclusive News!

JUSTIFIED by Jay Crownover

Loveless, Texas #1 | Available Now


Purchase your copy of JUSTIFIED today!

Amazon | Nook | Apple Books | Kobo



The New York Times bestselling author of the Marked Men series delivers a romance about a rugged Texas sheriff who must protect the woman who was once his sworn enemy... Case Lawton comes from a family of criminals. So as the sheriff of Loveless, Texas, he's determined to do everything by the book--until he's called to Aspen Barlow's office after a so-called break-in. The last thing he wants to do is help the woman who cost him custody of his son. But Aspen isn't the heartless lawyer Case remembers, and he starts to question his long-held grudge... Aspen is scared for her life, and Case is her last hope for protection. But to get him on her side, she'll have to reveal the painful truth from all those years ago. Now, as they work together to track down a dangerous criminal, Case and Aspen learn to trust each other. And as the threats escalate, it becomes clear there's a thin line between love and hate... because there's nothing Case wouldn't do to keep her safe.  

Purchase your copy of JUSTIFIED today!

Amazon | Nook | Apple Books | Kobo



Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, The Saints of Denver Series, The Point Series, Breaking Point Series, and the Getaway Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.

  Connect with her: Website | Facebook | Instagram | Goodreads | Reader Group


Review: "Sorcery of Thorns" by Margaret Rogerson

Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Summary from GoodReads

All sorcerers are evil. Elisabeth has known that as long as she has known anything. Raised as a foundling in one of Austermeer’s Great Libraries, Elisabeth has grown up among the tools of sorcery—magical grimoires that whisper on shelves and rattle beneath iron chains. If provoked, they transform into grotesque monsters of ink and leather. She hopes to become a warden, charged with protecting the kingdom from their power.

Then an act of sabotage releases the library’s most dangerous grimoire. Elisabeth’s desperate intervention implicates her in the crime, and she is torn from her home to face justice in the capital. With no one to turn to but her sworn enemy, the sorcerer Nathaniel Thorn, and his mysterious demonic servant, she finds herself entangled in a centuries-old conspiracy. Not only could the Great Libraries go up in flames, but the world along with them.

As her alliance with Nathaniel grows stronger, Elisabeth starts to question everything she’s been taught—about sorcerers, about the libraries she loves, even about herself. For Elisabeth has a power she has never guessed, and a future she could never have imagined.



I love Margaret Rogerson. As a writer with her debut novel "An Enchantment of Ravens", she transported me to the world of the Fae where magic and paintings have power. In her new book, Libraries are Institutions where books are kept safe, and locked away from the eyes of humans and also magic can be found among their pages, along with other terrifying things.

Elisabeth has grown among books all her life; when the Director of her Library is found dead and a sorcerer named Nathaniel is brought to deliver her in the capital for questioning, shedding light to long lost secrets and how the grimoires can be used for both good and evil.

Margaret's writing is stellar. I loved Elisabeth as the main character along with Nathaniel and his demon servant, Silas. There's sarcasm, adventure, action and a romance that's slow burning and very beautiful to read. I also loved Silas; for a demon who is supposed to care only for the magic, he gains he also loves Nathaniel and tries to help Elisabeth. The plot moves quickly and doesn't tire. I also didn't expect the final battle which was simply a-m-a-z-i-n-g!

And for those who keep asking; NO. Sorcery of Thorns isn't a sequel to An Enchantment of Ravens.

About the author:

When not writing I can be found drawing, reading, gaming, making pudding, or creeping through the woods in search of toads and mushrooms. I enjoy collecting odd scarves and watch more documentaries than is socially acceptable (according to some). Currently I live just north of Cincinnati, Ohio, but one day I would like to live next to a forest that gets darker at night than it should and makes strange noises during the witching hour. I enjoy all things weird and unsettling.

Books coming in Fall 2019 that I want to read!

Due to a review slump, I don't feel like reviewing the books I've read. Apart from the ones I am reading for blog tours I'm thinking of making a group or reviews. So for today's post, I have gathered some of my most anticipating books in 2019 which are being released this fall! Some are debuts, others are sequels.

Stormrise by Jillian Boehme: Inspired by the Twelfth Night, a little bit of Mulan and having dragons this debut also has one of the best covers! 

Into the Crooked Place by Alexandra Christo: It does have a "Six of Crows" vibe but the plot is far more mysterious.

Find me their Bones by Sara Wolf: Holy wow! The first book left me with a need to know what will happen! I can't wait for this! And the tail behind the woman? Sccaarryy!

The Beautiful by Renne Ahdieh: Vampires in New Orleans. I don't know how to feel but I miss the toothies and a good setting in the South.

Children of Virtue and Vengeance by Tomi Adeyemi: The first book left me in a cliffhanger and I dread to see how the balance has been shifted.

Capturing the Devil by Kerri Maniscalco: Thomas and Audrey-Rose! My favorite couple (one of many but still) who will have to fight one more murderer in Chicago. I'm very excited about this!

Queen of Nothing by Holly Black: I have already solved the mystery of Cardan's words. I only hope that Jude will do the same! 

When she Reigns by Jodi Meadows: Dragons, sleeping gods, power, politics and forbidden romance! The final book will surely kill me.

Lifestyles of Gods and Monsters by Emily Roberson: If the myth of the Labyrinth was a reality show and Ariadne was the princess in charge of it, what would happen? The cover is smartly made and the plot is interesting.

Dragon Unleashed by Grace Draven: The sequel to Pheonix Unbound, the story follows a dragon disguised as a man as he tries to hide from the murderous Empress (b*ch) from the first book. Honestly, I love Grace Draven and her writing and I know I'll love this one too!

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo: This is an ADULT book NOT a YA! Also there is magic and tragedy and I have no idea what secrets I'll find here.

Blood Truth & Where Winter Finds you by J.R. Ward: The first is the sequel to BDB Legacy and the second continues the main plot of BDB. I can't wait for Trez's story because his book killed me

Waiting on Wednesday: "Bone ​Crier’s Moon" (Bone Grace #1) by Kathryn Purdie & "War" (The Four Horsemen #2) by Laura Thalassa

Waiting On Wednesday is a weekly meme, hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine which spotlights upcoming releases that we're eagerly anticipating.

Bone ​Criers have a sacred duty. They alone can keep the dead from preying on the living. But their power to ferry the spirits of the dead into goddess Elara’s Night Heavens or Tyrus’s Underworld comes from sacrifice. The gods demand a promise of dedication. And that promise comes at the cost of the Bone Criers’ one true love.

Ailesse has been prepared since birth to become the matriarch of the Bone Criers, a mysterious famille of women who use strengths drawn from animal bones to ferry dead souls. But first she must complete her rite of passage and kill the boy she’s also destined to love.

Bastien’s father was slain by a Bone Crier and he’s been seeking revenge ever since. Yet when he finally captures one, his vengeance will have to wait. Ailesse’s ritual has begun and now their fates are entwined—in life and in death.

Sabine has never had the stomach for the Bone Criers’ work. But when her best friend Ailesse is taken captive, Sabine will do whatever it takes to save her, even if it means defying their traditions—and their matriarch—to break the bond between Ailesse and Bastien. Before they all die.

They came to earth—Pestilence, War, Famine, Death—four horsemen riding their screaming steeds, racing to the corners of the world. Four horsemen with the power to destroy all of humanity. They came to earth, and they came to end us all. 

The day Jerusalem falls, Miriam Elmahdy knows her life is over. Houses are burning, the streets run red with blood, and a traitorous army is massacring every last resident. There is no surviving this, especially not once Miriam catches the eye of War himself. But when the massive and terrifying horseman corners Miriam, he calls her his wife, and instead of killing her, he takes her back to his camp. 

Now Miriam faces a terrifying future, one where she watches her world burn town by town, and the one man responsible for it all is her seemingly indestructible “husband”. But there’s another side to him, one that’s gentle and loving and dead set on winning her over, and she might not be strong enough to resist. 

However, if there’s one thing Miriam has learned, it’s that love and war cannot coexist. And so she must make the ultimate choice: surrender to War and watch humankind fall, or sacrifice everything and stop him.

Double Review: "We Hunt the Flame" (Sands of Arawiya #1) by Hafsah Faizal & "Inked" (Cirque de la Lune #1) by Emma Hamm

We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Summary from GoodReads

People lived because she killed.
People died because he lived.

Zafira is the Hunter, disguising herself as a man when she braves the cursed forest of the Arz to feed her people. Nasir is the Prince of Death, assassinating those foolish enough to defy his autocratic father, the king. If Zafira was exposed as a girl, all of her achievements would be rejected; if Nasir displayed his compassion, his father would punish him in the most brutal of ways. 

Both are legends in the kingdom of Arawiya—but neither wants to be.

War is brewing, and the Arz sweeps closer with each passing day, engulfing the land in shadow. When Zafira embarks on a quest to uncover a lost artifact that can restore magic to her suffering world and stop the Arz, Nasir is sent by the king on a similar mission: retrieve the artifact and kill the Hunter. But an ancient evil stirs as their journey unfolds—and the prize they seek may pose a threat greater than either can imagine.

Glossary and Pronunciation Guide



Oh my dear where can I begin? Should I begin with the gorgeous worldbuilding, which also makes a great turn to stellar representation, or should I begin with the characters whom I rooted from beginning to the end of the book?

Zafira, Nasir, Altair and the rest of the characters (whom I won't mention so you can be surprised) band together in a quest that can save their countries but also it can destroy the world as they know it. Filled with creatures inspired by magic and mythology, deities and quests that test their own fears, all characters face the on-going danger.

Not to mention that the romance was done perfectly! Enemies to lovers with great moral obstacles to surpass is a must for me! I loved Nasir and Zafira and Altair was a great surprise. I cried and begged but towards the ending, I couldn't stand everything that happened, the secrets revealed and the fear that still makes me think that the next book will destroy my feels.

Hafsah's writing is gorgeous, lush and made me beg for more. I can't wait for the next book!

About the author:

Hafsah Faizal is an American Muslim and brand designer. She’s the founder of IceyDesigns, where she creates websites for authors and beauteous goodies for everyone else. When she’s not writing, she can be found dreaming up her next design, deciding between Assassin’s Creed and Skyrim, or traversing the world. Born in Florida and raised in California, she now resides in Texas with her family and a library of books waiting to be devoured. WE HUNT THE FLAME is her first novel.

Inked by Emma Hamm
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Summary from GoodReads

Irene Evans has only known sin. As the daughter of a pastor, she shouldn't be able to see the souls of the dead. Her father sees her as possessed, and calls in an expert on exorcism. When she sees a chance to escape, she flees to a nearby circus where her life is turned upside down.

Booker Ward is known by many names. Assassin. Freak. The Tattooed Man. He'd given up on life itself until she walked into his life. Now, he's realizing there may be a future for him yet, if only he can figure out a way to convince her to love a monster.

Now he must convince her that her life is her own. If she wishes to become a circus act, then she can and he will help her.

The second lesson, that love is freedom and it can overcome all things.



Following the introductory novella, the amazing setting of this magical circus becomes enriched with the story of Irene and Booker. Darkness and light, love and hatred all fall together as romance sizzles and the power to stand up for yourself makes an appearance. I will say it again; Emma Hamm is a stellar author and she never fails to make me feel her characters and the world-building. Not to mention that in this story the tattoos come to life!

About the author:

I am from a very small rural town in Maine. I grew up amid blueberry fields, a farm full of animals, and surrounded by family. It was one of the best ways for a child to grow up. Horses blew puffs of sweet smelling breath in my hair, goats teased me until I giggled, and someone who loved me was always there to pick me up when I fell. I am truly blessed to have grown up in such a fashion.
The love of creative story telling started when I was very young. I used to “act out” the way a story should have gone and argued with my mother constantly about the endings of movies. I wrote a little bit, and eventually found myself in the online writing community. My love of characters blossomed and grew thanks to the ever vigilante parents who convinced me that imagination was one of the greatest gifts of the human mind. I wrote, I created, I read as many books as I could next to the fireplace.

Waiting on Wednesday: "The Guinevere Deception" (Camelot Rising #1) by Kiersten White

Can't-Wait Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted at Wishful Endings, to spotlight and discuss the books we're excited about that we have yet to read. 
Generally they're books that have yet to be released. It's based on Waiting on Wednesday, hosted by the fabulous Jill at Breaking the Spine. If you're continuing with WOW, feel free to link those up as well! Find out more here.

                                             Summary from GoodReads

From New York Times bestselling author Kiersten White comes a new fantasy series reimagining the Arthurian legend, set in the magical world of Camelot. 

There was nothing in the world as magical and terrifying as a girl.

Princess Guinevere has come to Camelot to wed a stranger: the charismatic King Arthur. With magic clawing at the kingdom's borders, the great wizard Merlin conjured a solution--send in Guinevere to be Arthur's wife . . . and his protector from those who want to see the young king's idyllic city fail. The catch? Guinevere's real name--and her true identity--is a secret. She is a changeling, a girl who has given up everything to protect Camelot. 

To keep Arthur safe, Guinevere must navigate a court in which the old--including Arthur's own family--demand things continue as they have been, and the new--those drawn by the dream of Camelot--fight for a better way to live. And always, in the green hearts of forests and the black depths of lakes, magic lies in wait to reclaim the land. Arthur's knights believe they are strong enough to face any threat, but Guinevere knows it will take more than swords to keep Camelot free.

Deadly jousts, duplicitous knights, and forbidden romances are nothing compared to the greatest threat of all: the girl with the long black hair, riding on horseback through the dark woods toward Arthur. Because when your whole existence is a lie, how can you trust even yourself?


ARC Review: "Darkdawn" (The Nevernight Chronicle #3) by Jay Kristoff

Darkdawn by Jay Kristoff
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Summary from GoodReads

A ruthless young assassin's journey for revenge comes to a stunning end in the conclusion of this acclaimed epic fantasy trilogy.

The Republic of Itreya is in chaos. Mia Corvere has assassinated Cardinal Duomo and rumors of Consul Scaeva’s death ripple through the street of Godsgrave like wildfire. But buried beneath those same streets, deep in the ancient city’s bones, lies a secret that will change the Republic forever.

Mia and her brother Jonnen must journey through the depths of the ancient metropolis. Their quest will take them through the Godsgrave underdark, across the Sea of Swords, back to the library of the Quiet Mountain and the poisoned blades of Mia’s old mentors, and at last the fabled Crown of the Moon. There, Mia will at last discover the origins of the darkin, and learn the destiny that lies in store for her and her world. But with the three suns now in descent, and Truedark on the horizon, will she survive?

New York Times and internationally bestselling author Jay Kristoff’s writing has been praised by critics and readers alike and has won many awards, including five Aurealis Awards, an ABIA, and David Gemmell Morningstar and Legend awards.



I received an e-ARC from Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review.

So it took me almost a month to gather my wits and write this review. Because I don't know how to describe both the amazing talent of Jay Kristoff and also I couldn't stop crying, wishing for some characters to still be alive as also for more stories from this world.

Darkdawn picks up from where it left; with Mia running for her life while at the same time revelation after revelation catapults her and a gang of other favorite characters in a long, ancient battle. At the same time, Scaeva plots for more power and there are enemies everywhere.

Truedark arrives and no one knows if they'll survive or not.

The book is big! And I loved it because it never let me down, I read/flipped page after page of fighting, smutty scenes that made me...well they were hot scenes! And my heart ached for THAT character that was to my opinion, the bravest of all, second to Mia. Mr. Kindly was amazing as always while the mythology behind this world made me remember of all primordial myths which are evident to every civilization. Mr. Kristoff knows his research. ;)

The ending was bittersweet; I feel like that every time I finish a book by Jay Kristoff, because life is not always filled with HEAs but those that the characters have are the best that could happen after everything they've been through.

Read the damn book! It's f*ing brilliant!

About the author:

Jay Kristoff is the #1 international, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of THE NEVERNIGHT CHRONICLE, THE ILLUMINAE FILES and THE LOTUS WAR. He is the winner of five Aurealis Awards, an ABIA, has over half a million books in print and is published in over thirty five countries, most of which he has never visited. He is as surprised about all of this as you are. He is 6’7 and has approximately 12,000 days to live. 

He does not believe in happy endings.

Blog Tour+ARC Review+Excrept+Giveaway: "Shadow & Flame" (Rime Chronicles #2) by Mindee Arnett

Shadow & Flame (Rime Chronicles #2)
Publisher: Balzer + Bray
Release Date: June 4th 2019
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy


From acclaimed author Mindee Arnett comes the thrilling conclusion of the stunningly epic, action-packed, and romantic fantasy adventure about a powerful girl possessed of strange magic, the outcast prince she loves, and the kingdom that has torn them apart.

Kate and Corwin are on the run, desperate for allies in a new world of war among the kingdoms of Rime. As the book opens, Kate suffers a massive loss, one that will shape the struggle for freedom of all wilders and magic folk—that is, if Kate can learn to control her own power.


I received an e-ARC from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Prepare yourselves for more action, politics, and mystery in the sequel of Ony & Ivory! Leaving the gorgeous new cover behind I have to stand by my amazement of how Mindee kept me glued to the page chapter after chapter AFTER giving me THAT prologue! 

Kate and gang have to deal with a new upcoming threat that will be a great threat to every wilder as also to the ones Kate loves most. And I couldn't help but love every time horses appeared in the chapters! You will not be disappointed by the romance and the friendship either!

No one dared approach the gate of the prison—not by choice, at any rate. Even the guards preparing for their watches regarded the Mistfold with wariness, like conscripts heading into battle. Not their first one, but their fifth or sixth, enough experience to make them fully aware of the hardships in store and the likelihood of death.
Kate Brighton couldn’t blame them for it. The fortress was as foreboding as any she’d seen. Its red mudbrick wall, the color of dirt mixed with blood, stood more than thirty feet high, the top hidden by the thick, undulating mist that gave the prison its name. That mist was as vast and imposing as the sea, obscuring everything beyond it, even sunlight. Not that there was much of that to be seen yet, only a vague brightening from black to gray. Another dawn was here, and yet again Kate hadn’t sensed it, her magic, once stirring to life with the rising of the sun, dead inside her. She pushed away the reminder and the wave of homesickness it brought.
Almost time, she thought, raising one hand to touch the revolver belted at her right side. A sword hung from her left, hidden by her long cloak. It was a heavier, more impressive weapon at a glance, but far less deadly. If fighting broke out, the revolver was all she would need. Whenit broke out. Despite their planning, violence seemed inevitable. There was too much they didn’t know about what awaited them beyond the wall and beneath that unnatural mist. The only thing she knew for certain was that her little brother was being held in there, along with dozens of her fellow wilders.
“It’s almost time.” Corwin spoke from beside her, and hearing him echo her thoughts sent a trickle of warmth through her, easing the tight knot in her chest.
Craving a glimpse of his face, Kate turned to him, only to be met with disappointment. Although the voice was Corwin’s, the face staring at her from the shadows belonged to a stranger. It was a plain face with features so unremarkable that Kate’s brain was incapable of remembering it. But that had been the point when Harue fashioned the disguise. The magestone she’d made was perched in Corwin’s left ear, the telltale glow of its magic hidden behind a gold plate. Fortunately, Harue had the foresight to create it before they’d left Rime a few weeks ago. The very next morning after setting sail for this gods-forsaken country, her magic had vanished, same as Kate’s and the others’. It stopped Harue from making new magestones, but at least the ones she’d already made had retained their normal level of power and duration. An advantage of magist magic over wilders’, it seemed.
“Yes,” Kate replied, glancing away from that unfamiliar face. She wished Harue were a little less skillful at her craft. The magist might’ve left some trace of Corwin in the masklike glamour. Then again, such precautions were warranted. Corwin Tormane, high prince of Rime, was a wanted man. Both at home, where his older brother had labeled him traitor, and especially here, in Seva, the longstanding enemy of Rime. King Magnar Fane of Seva would sacrifice six of his seven sons to capture him.
“You hate this face, don’t you?” Corwin said, a tease in his voice.
Despite herself, Kate smiled. Here was her Corwin, for certain—the one who could always see her hidden truths. “Not at all. It’s better than your regular face, honestly.”
“Well, in that case, I will make sure Harue remains in my employ indefinitely so that I might wear it for you each night.” 
“Moderation, my love.” She patted his check. “Once a week at most, otherwise I’ll surely grow bored with it.”
“Is that so?” He arched an eyebrow, or at least tried to, but this face wasn’t made for the gesture and so both brows rose, making him look surprised instead of playful. “Does that mean you’ll grow bored of me as well?”
A smirk lifted one half of her mouth. “Let’s survive this rescue first and discuss the rest of our lives later.”
Corwin grinned back at her, a hint of himself flashing in those false, dark eyes. “Tonight then. Soon as we’re on the ship for home.”
Home. Kate longed for it. Despite the troubles waiting for them in Rime, she missed the land itself with a physical ache. The rolling hills of Norgard, covered in lush green grass and everweep flowers, the towering trees of Aldervale, the blue skies over gray mountains in Farhold, and the crystalline waters of the Penlaurel River. The life and color of Rime made Seva seem a withering wasteland by comparison. And her magic, of course. She missed that most of all. Even though she’d always heard that magic didn’t exist outside of Rime, it had been a shock to discover her abilities were so conditional to her location.
She returned her attention to the gate where the change of guard was just finishing. Although she admired Corwin’s absolute certainty about the outcome of this rescue, she didn’t share it. Too much of their plan relied on luck and chance, both in short supply. If only she were able to use her ability to influence the minds of others; then they could get in and out of the prison with relative ease. Without it they were forced to rely on stealth and tricks like ordinary bandits.
Remembering those tricks, Kate reached into her pocket and pulled out two small pieces of cork, which she gently slid into her nostrils.
“Good luck.” Corwin handed her a small glass vial.
She accepted it with a quick nod, hiding its smoky contents from view with her clasped fingers. Then, stepping out from the alley, she approached the two guards standing by the gate.
The one on the left looked up at the sound of her footsteps and raised a hand to the hilt of his sword. “What goes here?”
Kate smiled warmly, counting on these men misjudging her based on her size and sex. “Pardon me, but I seem to have lost my way.” Her voice sounded strange with the cork in her nose, but neither guard seemed to notice. “Would you be able to tell me how to get to Merum?”
At the mention of the nearby pleasure district, both men’s expressions shifted, and Kate seized her chance. Before either could respond, she took a quick step forward, squeezing her mouth shut as she flicked off the stopper on the glass vial, setting its smoky contents loose. The poison rose up in a thick cloud, enveloping the guards. The one on the left tried to cry out, but the smoke filled his mouth, rendering him silent. A moment later, they both fell to the ground, unconscious.
Kate dispersed the remnants with her hand, then beckoned behind her. Corwin and the others appeared in the courtyard, stepping out from their hiding places in the alleys surrounding the Mistfold. The prison was located on the farthest northern point of Luxana, the capital city of Seva. A strange place for a prison, although rumor claimed it had been a temple long ago.
There were eight of them in all, counting herself and Corwin, a small but deadly band. Dallin Thorne and Tira Salomon appeared first, both of them former mercenaries: Dal from the legendary company known as the Shieldhawks and Tira from their sister unit, the Shieldcrows. Dal flashed a grin at Kate, teeth bared in his eagerness for battle. The cavernous scars on the left side of his face gave the expression a sinister edge. Next to him, Tira yawned broadly, as if bored. Kate supposed she might well be. In the four months Kate had known the woman, she’d never seen anything faze her. She greeted every danger with the same unflappable indifference. 
Walking a few steps behind them, Tom Bonner appeared more subdued and somehow far more dangerous than either of the mercenaries. Given his ability to manipulate metal, there wasn’t any doubt of his potential for deadliness, at least when they were at home, but still Kate didn’t like thinking of him that way. His countenance these days made her more uncomfortable than Corwin with his stranger’s mask. She missed the old Bonner, gentle and optimistic, but that version of her friend seemed to have died along with his father, the elder Bonner murdered nearly half a year ago now by the same man responsible for putting the prisoners inside these walls. 
The remaining three were wilders, too: Yvonne, an aerist, with control over air; Vander, a pyrist, with control over fire; and Francis, another earthist like Bonner. Only unlike him, Francis had a greater affinity for stone than metal. If he’d had access to his magic, Francis could’ve torn a hole in the Mistfold’s wall and given them entry that way. 
Remembering her own weakened state, Kate brought her focus back to the task at hand and stooped toward the nearest guard, relieving him of the ring of keys belted at his waist. Then she turned to the manway door off to the side of the gate and unlocked it. Dal and Tira headed in first, weapons drawn, while Bonner and Francis picked up the sleeping guards and hauled them inside.
Corwin, Yvonne, and Vander followed with Kate coming last, shutting the door behind her. She turned in time to see Tira bend toward the guards and slit their throats, one after the other, as easy as if she were harvesting wheat with a scythe.
“Dammit, Tira,” Kate said. “What’s the point of putting them to sleep if you’re just going to kill them?”
Corwin touched her shoulder. “They are our enemies, Kate, and we couldn’t be certain how long the sleep would last.”
She shrugged him off and turned away, trying to regain her composure. Corwin was right, of course. These were Sevan soldiers, oath-bound to a king who’d been trying to conquer Rime for years and was now closer than ever to accomplishing that goal—that could be the only reason why he’d been imprisoning wilders, to use them against Rime in some way, magic or no. Though surely their magic would return once they came home. Yvonne, who had visited Seva as a child, claimed it would. And these people are holding Kiran prisoner.The thought of her little brother was all it took for Kate to steel herself against the guilt. 
Quickly, the group discarded their cloaks, revealing the Sevan uniforms beneath, each one painstakingly acquired these last few weeks. Kate freed the helmet from the strap on her back and slid it over her head. The nose guard and cheek pieces hung too low, half obscuring her vision from all sides, but at least they would hide her face from onlookers. She was less certain about the uniform. The last time she’d tried to pass herself off as a man, it hadn’t gone well. 
“Yvonne,” Corwin said, inclining his stranger’s face toward the aerist, “you stay here and silence anyone who comes this way.”
“With pleasure,” Yvonne replied, her eyes bright with anticipation. She was one of the few wilders with them who didn’t have a loved one caged somewhere here, but her mother had been killed by Gold Robes, the magist order that had secretly been kidnapping wilders and sending them to Seva. Rescuing those wilders was Yvonne’s chosen method of vengeance. Kate often wondered what kind of person Yvonne would’ve been if it had never happened. She seemed born to be an assassin. Even without her magic, which she could use to squeeze the breath from a man’s lungs with a single, silent thought, she was just as deadly, her knives more like extensions of her hands. 
Corwin addressed the others. “The rest of us will move on in groups, staggering our approach. Try to blend in as much as possible. Our goal is to free as many wilders as we can without discovery.” He turned and headed down the corridor searching for the nearest exit out of the gatehouse and into the prison itself. They’d been able to gather ample information about the gatehouse, but little about what lay beyond it, other than that the wilders were being housed in an area called “the pit.” The dreadful name had kept Kate up late at night, especially the thought that her six-year-old brother was imprisoned there. No—Kiran would be seven by now. She clenched her jaw at the realization. 
They reached the exit without incident, and Corwin opened the door and stepped outside onto a dusty, sunlit field encircled by the prison’s walls. Kate blinked, her eyes slow to adjust to the sudden change. She hadn’t expected this. From outside the mist seemed to enfold the entire prison like a dome, but glancing up she saw clear sky. The mist was still there, but it went no deeper than the wall itself. Magic.Only, Kate couldn’t see how it was possible. No wilder could do this, not in Seva.
Lowering her gaze, she scanned the rest of the field, searching for prison barracks, but there were no structures in view. Instead, a massive hole sat in the middle of the field. The pit.
Kate and Corwin approached it quickly, hoping they appeared like nothing more than two guards going about their duty with the others following some distance behind. But when they reached the edge, Kate forgot her role completely.
“How?” she gasped, eyes drawn downward into the pit.
This place couldn’t be. It was like looking through a window that opened onto another world. The bottom lay several hundred feet below, over a sheer vertical edge. Grass so green it was almost blue covered the pit floor, even though Seva was an arid place, water scarce and the flora rough and colorless.
But the grass wasn’t the only thing that didn’t belong. There were everweeps, too, thousands of them scattered across the floor thick as a garden. The sight of those flowers, with their perpetually dew-drenched petals of every color, sent an ache of homesickness through Kate, as if Rime itself waited for her below. “What is this?” Kate said. It didn’t look like a prison at all, despite the presence of several structures down below. There were few walls and even fewer guards.
Corwin shook the question off. “Come on. There’s a stairway down.” He hurried toward it, and Kate followed half a beat later.
She swept her gaze over the pit as they descended the steep, narrow steps carved into the cliff’s side, still trying to make sense of it all. More than a dozen long, low-ceilinged buildings squatted in a pentagonal formation in the middle of the circular pit. At their center was an arena-like structure formed by a short, crumbling wall. It might’ve been the ruins of an amphitheater. Or a temple, Kate thought, as her mind at last made sense of the most startling object in the pit, one so incongruous that her eyes had at first slid right over it.
A massive stone face lay in the center of the arena, the head of some long-decapitated statue. The statue rested on its side, part of it buried in the grass so that only a single eye and ear remained visible. That and half of the crown encircling its brow, fashioned in the shape of a serpent or perhaps a dragon. Kate supposed if the statue had a body to go with it, it would’ve reached the top of the pit and then some.
Although they descended the stairs as quickly as they could, it still took several long minutes to reach the bottom. Kate did her best not to think of how hard the climb back out would be. At least she wasn’t tired. Just the opposite. She felt more awake, more alive, than she had in days.
Given the early hour, there was little activity in the pit, only a handful of guards walking scattered patrols. When one of the nearest spotted them, Kate instinctively reached out with her magic. Go away, she thought. You don’t see us.
To her surprise, she sensed the man’s mind clearly, and the sudden desire he had to turn back around again. Her magic. It was back! She nearly swayed on her feet at the realization.
“What happened?” Corwin grabbed her arm, steadying her.
“My magic. I can use it again.”
“I don’t know.” She peered around, prickles running down her skin. Some of it from the joy of having her magic again, but more of it from fear. Fear of this unnatural place, and the certainty that if she could access her magic again, so could everyone else. Including all the wilders imprisoned here. What was Magnar doing with them? 
“There’s no time to speculate,” Corwin said. “Come on. Let’s count our blessings while they come.” He made for the nearest building, testing the door and finding it locked.
Kate reached for the keys, which she’d belted at her waist, but Corwin stopped her. “There’s no need for that.” He turned and waved to Bonner and Francis, who’d been following closest behind them. “Is your magic back, too?” Corwin asked Bonner.
Bonner started to frown, then stopped, a shocked look spreading across his face. “It is. I don’t understand how—”
Corwin cut him off. “Can you take care of this lock?”
Pressing his lips together, Bonner raised his hand toward the look, melting it open with his magic. Corwin clapped him once on the back, then stepped inside.
Kate followed, the smell of too many bodies in too small a place enveloping her. She peered around at the murky darkness, her eyes making out the human shapes covering the floor. For a second, she thought they were dead, but a simple sweep of her magic told her they were only sleeping—and that Kiran wasn’t among them.
She and Corwin began waking them one by one, soon helped by the others joining them. Sluggishly, the wilders stirred. Although they looked well fed, and there was no visible sign of abuse, they remained dazed long after waking, men, women, and children alike staring up at their would-be saviors with expressionless gazes.
Kate motioned Bonner over to her. “Can you remove this woman’s collar?” She indicated the nearest wilder, who’d managed to sit up but hadn’t yet tried to stand. She wore a collar studded with glowing magestones designed to stop a wilder from using their magic. Bonner waved his hand at the woman’s neck, and the metal melted away like ice.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Kate said, encouraged by how easily he’d performed the magic.
“I know. I feel nearly myself again,” Bonner replied, unsmiling.
If only that were true, Kate thought, watching as he removed the next collar, and the next.
She turned back to the woman. “Can you use your magic?”
“Magic?” The woman stumbled over the word, as if Kate had spoken in a foreign language. But then she glanced down at her palm, and water appeared as if she cupped a miniature fountain in her hand.
“Good, you’re going to need it.” Kate closed the woman’s fingers, and the water disappeared. “How long have you been here?”
She blinked slowly. “How . . . long?”
Dismayed, Kate plunged into the woman’s mind. A small, quiet voice in the back of her head admonished her for the invasive act. Once, not long ago, she never would’ve combed through someone’s mind like this, as if she had a right to these memories, these thoughts and feelings. But there was no time to consider the morality of what she was doing—her desperate need to find Kiran outweighed everything.
The woman’s thoughts were dull and hazy, as if she’d been drinking. The effect was so powerful that for a second, Kate nearly forgot herself. Then she pushed through the haze to find what she needed. This woman had only been here some four weeks, and she hadn’t been out of this room much at all. She hadn’t seen any young boys who looked like Kiran. Kate withdrew, impatient to move on with her search.
Corwin approached her. “Everyone’s free of the collars, but we’re having a hard time making them understand what they need to do. They must be drugged or something. Can you help?”
Kate nodded, knowing at once what he wanted her to do. A few moments before, it would’ve been impossible, but now her magic swelled inside her, making her feel both full and light and complete all at once. Closing her eyes, she stretched out with her sway, pulling all the minds toward her like kites on a string. In an instant she conveyed the plan—that they were all to wait here, silent and still, and when the time came to leave they needed to be ready to use their magic on the guards.
She withdrew a moment later. “It’s done.”
Leaving Tira and Dal to stay with this group, Corwin and the rest moved on to the next house. Instead of a single, large room, this one held a long hallway lined with doors on each side, locked and windowless. Individual cells, Kate guessed. They wasted no time opening the first few doors, Bonner using his magic with careless ease.
When one of the doors opened to reveal Kiran inside, Kate couldn’t stop the shout of joy that escaped her throat. She dashed into the room, reaching for him.
With a startled look, Kiran jumped back from her, fists raised to defend himself. Then recognition lit his face. “Kate!”
She pulled him into her arms, hugging him so tight he gave a grunt. Her mind reeled from the shock of how different he looked, how much older, bigger.
“Come on,” Kate said, loosening her grip. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
“No,” said a voice from the other side of the room. Kate looked up to see Vianne, Kiran’s mother, standing in the far corner and watching Kate with blood-shot eyes. Her face was bruised with fatigue.
“What do you mean, no? We’re getting all of you out of here.”
Biting his lip, Kiran took a step back from Kate and shook his head.
“We can’t leave, Kate,” Vianne said. “You don’t understand—”
She broke off at the sound of a commotion outside, voices raised in anger. Kate turned to the door as Francis stepped through it, dragging a woman behind him—Anise, one of the wilders captured at the same time as Vianne and Kiran.
“Kate!” Francis said through gritted teeth. “Make her stop fighting me. Make her come.”
“Let go of me, Francis.” Anise tried to jerk free of his grasp, her face purpled with anger. “I’m staying. Let go!”
Kate gaped, confused that Anise, Vianne, and Kiran would refuse to be saved. What was going on?She began to ask, only to be silenced by the sound of gunfire. She and Francis exchanged a startled look. It could only be one of their people—revolvers were as rare as magic outside of Rime.
“Let’s go.” Kate grabbed her brother by the arm. He pulled back, but Kate didn’t let go. Not until Vianne stepped forward and sunk her nails into Kate’s forearm.
Anger cut through her disbelief, and without a second thought, Kate reached into Vianne’s mind, grabbed hold of her thoughts, and forced her will into submission. A moment later she did the same to Kiran and Anise. She didn’t understand what made them want to stay, but she wasn’t going to wait around to find out with armed guards on the way.
Kate stepped out into the hallway, dragging her wards behind her. She felt them fighting against her at each step, their minds like eels, slippery in the hands of her magic.
Corwin dashed down the hallway toward them. “Go . . . go . . . go!”
“What about the rest?” Kate ran her gaze over all the open doors.
“They won’t come,” Bonner said, joining them. “Can you make them?”
Kate reached toward the other wilders, sensing them, but the moment she tried to engage, she almost lost her grip on Kiran, Vianne, and Anise. They fought her so relentlessly it took all her concentration and strength to hold them. She shook her head.
“Watch out,” Corwin said, as several Sevan guards came through the doorway. He pulled out his revolver, but before he could fire, Bonner crushed the guards’ swords with his magic, rendering them useless. Then he and Corwin mowed them down.
Turning away from the carnage, Kate moved toward the exit with her captives in tow. Outside, Tira and Dal were leading the first set of prisoners out of the house. As before, the wilders remained sluggish and dull-witted, only a couple of them using their magic against the attacking guards.
The entire prison was aware of their presence by now. Still, with the help of their revolvers, they were able to keep the danger at bay until they reached the steps. Dal led the way up with the wilders following behind him. Vander went next with Tira quick on his heels. Behind her, Francis dragged Anise along by the arm. Reaching the steps, Kate sent Vianne and Kiran up first. Corwin and Bonner brought up the rear behind her. Bonner paused several feet up the stairs and turned around long enough to destroy the stone steps with his magic, preventing the guards from following that way.
They climbed as fast as they could, the stairs steep and treacherous. On the ground below, a dozen Sevan guardsmen had formed a line, bows in hand. They nocked arrows and drew back to fire.
“Bonner!” Kate shouted. “Stop them!”
Bonner raised his hand as the guards loosed the arrows. They took flight, only to be halted by Bonner’s magic. But already the bowmen were drawing again, even as more guards swelled their numbers. It seemed if they couldn’t prevent the prisoners from escaping, they would kill them instead.
“I can’t stop them all!” Bonner shouted, his face contorted from the effort.
A loud crack echoed over Kate’s head, the sound like lightning striking the ground. She looked up to see a huge chunk of the pit wall being wrenched away. Another glance showed her it was Francis, his arms outstretched as he guided it, his face strained with the same effort Bonner had shown. The huge slab of stone hovered beside them as a shield.
“Keep going,” Francis yelled through gritted teeth.
They charged onward, their steps punctuated by the sound of arrows bouncing harmlessly off the stone. Kate’s legs began to burn, and her breathing grew labored. The top loomed far above them, an eternity away. But they only needed to get out of reach of the arrows.
“Kate,” Tira called from ahead of her. “You’ve got to kill those guards before they kill us.”
“I can’t!” She didn’t have the breath to explain how Kiran, Anise, and Vianne struggled against her even now, worse than before. Kate could feel their panic—their terror—at leaving the pit. If she let go, she didn’t know what they would do.
“Please, Kate,” Francis said, his face purpled from the effort of holding the stone.
Glancing down at the guards below, she knew she could kill them with her sway, easily and quickly, and likely not risk losing the wilders’ minds completely. But she didn’t want to. She’d killed that way only once before and it haunted her still. She could just put them to sleep instead, but that would take longer. Indecision taunted her. They are our enemies, she heard Corwin saying to her once again.
Reaching the limits of his magic, Francis let out a strangled cry and stumbled to his knees, arms dropping to his sides. The stone slab fell as he did and struck the side of the steps with a noise like a mountain being rent in two. Below, the guardsmen seized their chance, bows raised for another volley. At once, Kate reached out with her magic to subdue them, but she was slowed by the strain of holding Kiran, Vianne, and Anise. Before she could reach them all, one guard let loose an arrow. It flew toward Kate, so fast it was almost invisible. A heartbeat later, she felt the pain tear through her mind, realizing too late that it wasn’t her pain.
But Kiran’s.
Turning, Kate saw the arrow protruding from his chest, his features already slackening, his body going limp.
“NO!” She reached for him, but her hands found only air as he slid off the edge. It was over in a moment, his body crashing to the floor below. Before Kate could even scream, she watched another body plummeting to the ground after Kiran. In Kate’s distraction she’d let go of her other wards, and Vianne had jumped, compelled both by her son and whatever force had been working so hard to draw her back to the pit. With a sickening lurch in her stomach, Kate turned to see that Anise too was trying to leap off the edge, held back only by Francis’s tight grip on her.
“Stop her, Kate.” The muscles in his arms rippled from the effort to hold her. 
Kate grabbed Anise’s mind with her magic. As before, the woman fought her, but Kate wrestled her under control. All the while the terrible truth beat in her brain—Kiran is dead. Kiran is dead.She hadn’t saved him. She’d hesitated and he’d fallen. Oh gods.
“Move!” Corwin shouted from below Kate. His voice cut through her thoughts, reminding her there were other lives at stake. Staving off her grief, she renewed the climb with the others.
They didn’t make it far before there was another crack like lightning hitting ground. A violent tremble rocked the stairs, throwing Kate forward onto her hands and knees. The crack sounded again, louder and nearer than before. She glanced behind her toward the source of the noise and saw Corwin and Bonner were on their knees as well, but farther away then they’d been. A rift had appeared in the steps, dividing her from them.
“Corwin! Bonner!” she screamed. “Jump!”
Corwin scrambled to his feet, but before he could make the leap, there was a third crack, and this time the rest of the stairs beneath Corwin and Bonner fell away, a landslide of stone and dirt that dragged them both down, slowly at first, then faster, until they both plummeted toward the ground as Kiran and Vianne had done moments before.
Kate lost sight of them in the cloud of dust and didn’t know where they’d fallen. But she didn’t need to. She’d seen Kiran’s. It was a fall no one could survive, and the truth of it made the world shatter around her, her heart seizing in her chest.
“Come on, Kate.” Hands grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up, forcing her to stand.
“No,” she said, reaching for her love and her friend, as if she could will them alive by her mind alone. She stretched out with her magic as far as she could, but she couldn’t sense either Corwin or Bonner down below.
Dal knelt beside her, mouth to her ear. “They’re gone, Kate, but Corwin would want you to survive.” Dal’s voice was like steel, hiding his own pain beneath it. Corwin had been his best friend for years, same as Bonner had been hers.
Dead dead dead. The truth filled her mind, overwhelming her until nothing else existed.
“Come on,” Dal said, hauling her forward now. “You can’t give up, Kate. Signe is counting on us.”
At the sound of her name, Signe’s face appeared in Kate’s mind, through the black of her despair. Signe, another close friend, someone she loved. If Kate died here, Signe would feel the same pain Kate felt now. Dal was right. They needed to escape, alive.
Blinded by tears, Kate finished the climb. Once up, they crossed the field back to the wall and out into the city, sneaking their way down alleys and side streets until they reached the harbor where Signe waited on the ship to carry them back to Rime.
Home. Just as Corwin had promised.
Only he’d been wrong. He wasn’t there to tease her with his stranger’s face as she lay down for sleep that night. She was alone. And when the ship reached Rime’s shores at last, she stepped onto her home soil feeling like a person rent in two. For a part of her remained in Seva, lying dead in that pit with Kiran, Bonner, and Corwin. Three parts of her heart, torn asunder.




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