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Chapter 75

(She pulled the dead man in the way, his flesh taking the sword blow, and ripped the corpse’s pistol free. She aimed a shot at the lictor in the doorway and - a ripple in the air , then her bones...

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Chapter 74

“It doesn’t matter,” Maryam snarled. “It doesn’t matter.”

Hooks spoke not a word, only staring at her seemingly stuck halfway between terror and astonishment. That made i...

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Chapter 73

Song ran out barely took three steps onto the p

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Chapter 72

It took an embarrassing amount of time to wiggle all the way to Izel so Tristan could get his hands on the man’s knife and cut free of the rope around his hands and feet.

Once the last of i...

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Chapter 71

The lamps guttered out one after another. Like a curtain being pulled, dark fell over the private archives.

Maryam stood alone on the roof before the face of three gods and the absence of a f...

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Chapter 70

Four twenty-seven. Tristan closed the brass face of the watch.

It was easy, that was the worst part. Tristan had always hated the way some philosophers wept at the difficulty of taking a life...

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Chapter 69

Their informal council broke up hastily. Song n

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Chapter 68

It was infuriating that he’d not immediately gone to her when he arrived, and thus only fitting he suffer the consequences of this slight. Maryam kicked his ankle: boot tip right on the bone, and...

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Chapter 67

The knock on the door would have woken up Song,

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Chapter 66

It was not a difficult climb, skill-wise, but that did not make it any less taxing.

Though the scaffold-tower hugging the western wall of Tratheke had been built with care and precision, it w...

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Chapter 65

On the fourth morning of his captivity, Tristan Abrascal began the plan.

It was quiet, despite Rhea’s attempt to welch. All it took was beginning to raise his voice while speaking of cards ...

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Chapter 64

On the second day of his captivity, Tristan woke to the sensation of someone briskly jabbing him in the ribs. He startled awake, eyes stinging, and found a dark-haired woman in a padded brown surco...

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Chapter 63

Angharad went dressed in men’s clothes: hose and a doublet under a long coat with a tricorn pulled down as far as she could, her hair bundled up. There was no hiding the walking stick, but being ...

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Chapter 62

Breakfast was barely finished when dread showed

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Six Week Pause

Hello!

My fiancee is currently giving birth, so we're going on the six week break I mentioned in the earlier post.

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Chapter 61

“Huh,” Maryam said when the tale was done, honestly a little impressed. “That’s not just a fumble, it’s a disastrous fumble.”

“I am not unaware,” Song replied through gritted ...

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Chapter 60

The orphanage opening had not been a joyous thing.

Such institutions were not, Angharad learned, paid for by the Lord Rector or the local ruling lord but by whoever cared to offer coin to the...

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Chapter 59

It was for the best.

By morning tomorrow Maryam would arrive at Black House, and with the signifier’s return the secret Song had kept would finally out. Evander Palliades would be told of t...

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Chapter 58

While Song’s insistence that the matters with t

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Chapter 57

It was not a pleasant surprise to be woken up in the middle of the night and the quality of the ensuing surprises had only since worsened.

“If we go to Captain Wen right now,” Angharad sa...

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Chapter 56

They skipped Black House’s communal breakfast, instead bothering the servants for simpler fare served directly in Song’s room. There were only two chairs in there, so Maryam brought her own bef...

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Chapter 55

The thing about being the lowest rung on the ladder was that everyone stepped on you.

It was Tristan’s fourth day as a Kassa traveling man, which meant he was still swallowing an awful lot ...

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Announcement: End of Book 2/Book 3

Hello there!

Since we're approaching the end of the second book in the Pale Light series, "Good Treasons", I'm bringing up the usual end break. For those of you new to the Patreon, I usu...

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Chapter 54

Angharad rose shortly after dawn, washed and ca

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Chapter 53 (Explicit Content)

Mistakes had been made.

“A satyrian, Lady Angharad!” Cleon Eirenos exclaimed for the fourth time, eyes bright as stars. “Between that and the robbers, it was an encounter worth...

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Chapter 52

By the end of the first day, Angharad would have been willing to fight another gray mirror for the prize of never again having to ride a coach.

It was no reflection on the coachman, a grizzle...

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Chapter 51

Come night, Tratheke looked like a sea of lights.

Black House was not so tall that the view from the roof garden was not cut into by higher edifices still, but the spread offered to Song’s ...

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Chapter 50

Her mornings on Asphodel had become routine, if

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Chapter 49

It wasn’t a Meadow, as the Guild would never al

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Chapter 48

Song had not worn formal clothes this regularly

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