I winnowed to a nearby rooftop, an ash arrow clenched in either hand, scanning where the Attor was high above, […]

We immediately returned to Velaris, not trusting the queens to go long without noticing the Book’s absence, especially if the

Spring had at last dawned on the human world, crocuses and daffodils poking their heads out of the thawed earth.

Rhys winnowed us to the Illyrian camp. We wouldn’t be staying long enough to be at risk—and with ten thousand

I watched him consume every spoonful, his eyes darting between where I stood and the soup. When he was done,

I stared at Rhys. He stared at me. His cheeks were tinged pink with cold, his dark hair ruffled, and

Mor stayed overnight, even going so far as to paint some rudimentary stick figures on the wall beside the storeroom

Part Three – The House of Mist There was a deep, sunken tub in the floor of the mountain cabin—large

We slammed into freezing mud right outside the little stone house. I think he’d meant to winnow us into it,

I slept beside him, offering what warmth I could, monitoring the cave entrance the entirety of the night. The beasts