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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018
Copyright © Peter V. Brett 2018
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Source ISBN: 9780008234126
Ebook Edition © July 2018 ISBN: 9780008234133
Version: 2018-10-02
For John Brett Jr. 1970–97 It gets easier, but it never gets easy.
‘Know Messengers are in short supply, Leesha.’ Renna’s voice was unusually timid. ‘But if you could spare one for Tibbet’s Brook …’
‘We sent one immediately after the attack,’ Leesha said. ‘But Tibbet’s Brook is a long journey, even on warded horseshoes.
Renna grunted. ‘Even on a straight round trip, it will be new moon again by the time you get an answer.’
Again the dice clattered.
Inevera breathed. ‘I see a village entire, dancing like puppets to a demon’s strings. I see brother killing sister, father killing son.
‘I see an empty cradle.’
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Map
Chapter 2: The Square Girls’ Club
About the Author
By the Same Author
334 AR Summer
Selia shifted, wrapping her arms tighter around the body next to her. Smooth skin with hard muscle beneath, warm like a crock filled with fresh-baked cookies. She put her nose into the thick braid of hair and inhaled. The scent was euphoric.
Selia’s eyes popped open.
‘Night, girl!’ She gave Lesa a shove to wake her. ‘Fell asleep again!’
Selia glanced at the window, where a faint glow shone through the shutter slats of her house. ‘Nearly sun-up. You’ve got to get—!’
‘Shhhhhh.’ Lesa reached a hand behind her, stroking Selia’s face until her calloused fingers settled gently on Selia’s lips. ‘Mam and Da went up to Jeph Bales’ farm to help prepare. Never know I ent been home.’
Lesa snuggled back into the feathered pillow, quickly falling back to sleep. Selia drew a deep breath and curled around her, attempting the same. Lesa was right.
But Selia had never been good at sleeping when there were problems to worry at. Lesa’s parents might be away, but she was still living under their roof. The young woman had barely twenty summers, while Selia was laying stores against her sixty-ninth winter. Lying with another woman was already enough to ignite town gossip. Taking a lover less than a third her age might see folk strip her of the Speaker’s gavel – if they didn’t just put her out in the night and have done.
Even as Selia squeezed her eyes shut, the sight of Renna Tanner, staked in Town Square for the demons, remained.
No. We don’t do that any more.
But Selia remembered how quickly Jeorje had turned the town against Renna, and he had far more reason to want Selia staked than some barley-headed farm girl.
Selia’s arm, tucked beneath Lesa, grew numb. The woman’s heat had them both sweating, a sticky bond to their skin. Too uncomfortable to sleep, Selia began the slow process of working her arm free without waking her partner.
Already, she was planning the day. Lesa’s family wasn’t