I tried not to look at my left arm as I scrubbed at the floors of the hallway. The ink—which, […]

No one, not even Lucien, came to fix my arm in the days following my victory. The pain overwhelmed me

The sounds of a teeming crowd reverberated against the passageway. My armed escort didn’t bother with drawn weapons as they

My senses slowly returned to me, each one more painful than the last. The sound of dripping water first, then

The Attor kept its icy grip on my upper arm as it half dragged me to the throne room. It

I might have been going to my death, but I wouldn’t arrive unarmed. I tightened the strap of the quiver

I gave myself a minute—just one minute—to kneel in the remnants of the entry hall. Then I eased to my

The ball was a blur of waltzing and preening, of bejeweled aristos, of wine and toasts in my honor. I

I had one task left to do before I returned to my father’s manor. The villagers who had once sneered

Inventing stories about my time with Aunt Ripleigh required minimal effort: I read to her daily, she instructed me on