Mag-log inMaybe, 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
AmvalThey’re gone again. It’s just me and the crates. The echoes of my siblings’ laughter and Ingrid’s smile all fade too fast. I end up lying on the burlap sack, staring at the rocky ceiling, not quite sleeping.Just thinking.When I let my mind wander free, it wanders to Kaloni. Her coronation go
For once, Cirocco answers first. “How long has it been? I didn’t think you’d forget me that quickly.”A slow smile grows on Amval’s face. His brother shines with determination, with offense at ever having been questioned that reminds me just a little bit of Finn.“Our family is under attack,” Cirocc







