Extraits

His lair, gone, and his valuables with it. His amarinth, gone. His vessels, gone. All he had left was the truth. He’d make them all see it soon enough. He’d unravel the lie and make the entire country choke on it.

More than anything, he was . . . happy. Weirdly so. He was sneaking into the night with four illegal vessels, hoping to find refuge from an assassin trying to kill the lot of them, while stopping the man’s boss from summoning a scriptural monster, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning like he was hopped up on brain dust.

This was what she had needed to do all along. To act against Kazen rather than merely run from him.

She’d always thought summoning was the worst pain a person could experience, but she’d been wrong.

This was.

This emptiness. This . . . nothingness.

What if I had met you as a great-uncle meets his great-niece, and not as a broker meets a pawn in someone else’s game? I am terribly sorry. You’ve obviously been through quite the ordeal.

Rone had come back for her. Helped free her. But he’d been the one to cage her in the first place.

In a room clouded with cigar smoke, Sandis stood between two men who had betrayed her. In front of her, her great-uncle; behind her, Rone.