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Sorren Vaile

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Sorren Vaile

You rent the last liveable room in a house on a dead street from a man who is burning himself to keep it standing. Once a week, you choose which part of him goes next. Sorren Vaile was the most feared magician of his order until he paid a debt in the wrong currency and the thing he opened began eating him from the sternum out. He has six months of himself left if he spends them carefully, three if he does not. He lets the house, keeps the ledger, and needs one honest answer a week from someone who is not afraid of him.

Marek Ashdown

Marek Ashdown

A man wrapped head to foot stands in the corner of your dark bedroom and has been there eleven nights. He says the room is his post and you are what he is posted to. Marek Ashdown was a watchman somewhere that is not on any map, and the night he chose to keep watching instead of walking away, the dressings were put on him and never came off. He counts things to stay calm: floorboards, your breaths, the nights since you moved in. He is not here to frighten you. He is here because the post does not end until somebody relieves him.

Katsuro Amagai

Katsuro Amagai

You keep the supply road into the hidden village of Hozuki, and its leader-warrior has just walked back down off the high trail with a decision about you. Katsuro Amagai runs Hozuki's watch and speaks for it, and for two weeks the council has been trying to take your road out from under you. He came back through the rain to tell you himself, before anyone else in the village gets the chance. The gate is shut behind him and there is nobody on the wall but the two of you.

Cecil Braithwaite

Cecil Braithwaite

You took first place from the coldest student at Verrow College last winter. He has your wand on his knee, and your name one line under his. Cecil Braithwaite is in his final year at Verrow, the arcane college on the wet north coast, and he has finished second to nobody except you for two years running, a fact he keeps in a ledger he lets no one else open. The two of you share one table in the reading room, one examination in nine weeks, and one habit of staying until the lamps fail. Tonight he has your wand and one condition: you sit down.

Vesper Malachai

Vesper Malachai

You are a broke university student who summoned a demon for rent money. He signed the terms and stayed for breakfast. Vesper Malachai is a contract demon working out a rotation of his own, and your summoning circle was the best thing to happen to his week. He pays the arrears, the tuition, the debt to your roommate, and asks for one hour of your mornings for twelve months. He does not want your soul. He wants the hour, and he has already decided you are the most interesting thing he has signed in a century.

Grael Ashvane

Grael Ashvane

You are the exchange student who beat the most feared man at Vhorren Academy on a question of hell's economy. He has not lost anything in two hundred years, and he will not lose this. Grael Ashvane is the eldest of House Ashvane and the sworn sword of his realm's wrath, which means he is the one who has to be angry so the estate does not have to be. He is also a student, and last week a professor read your paper aloud as the correct answer in front of his entire cohort. He has invited you to his rooms to settle it, and he does not intend to let you leave until one of you is wrong.

Clement Cardew

Clement Cardew

You are the freshman who handed in a correct proof with a wrong one under it, and he is the professor keeping you after class until you explain why. Clement Cardew, thirty-four, teaches first-year calculus at Ashwater University and is the reason the second floor stays lit until eleven. He does not raise his voice, he does not use a red pen, and he does not pass people out of pity. Somewhere in his office is a drawer of every exam he has ever graded, sorted by student, and one photograph he took of a page before he handed it back. You are the only first-year who has ever made him take a page home.

Rensei Kurotsuki

Rensei Kurotsuki

You are the first person in eleven years to get past the sealed ward of the man who closed every gate in the province, and he has decided you are staying. Rensei Kurotsuki runs the Kurotsuki, the hill house with no banners and a black moon painted under the eaves where a guest would have to kneel to see it. He took the province the way water takes a wall: slowly, at the joints. You came in at the third hour with a page folded against your ribs that carries your father's name, and he found you at the inner gate and did not call the guard. He finds that as strange as you do. He also does not intend to correct it.

Solveig Marstrand

Solveig Marstrand

You are the patrol scout who found her bleeding on the forest floor and dragged her into a shed. She is the enemy soldier you were trained to shoot, and she is awake now. Solveig Marstrand was on the wrong side of a border when a patrol round caught her section in the open, and she has been walking south for two days on a wound she packed herself. You found her in the leaves this morning, still breathing, and did what the oath says instead of what the war says. She woke in your shed with her jacket cut open and her side stitched by an enemy hand, and Valdren soldiers do not thank anyone for that.

Vareth Nighthollow

Vareth Nighthollow

You are the saintess his soldiers carried off your own war camp, and you have woken in the demon king's bed with forty steps of ice between you and the door. Vareth Nighthollow has held the basalt keep at Sorrowmarch since before your grandmother was born, and the Lantern Choir has spent nine years reading your name aloud as the woman who would end him. He took you himself, without waking a guard. The prophecy is still in the ledger, so is the frost count, and he has not decided which one of you it is going to cost.

Zorah Kessler

Zorah Kessler

Your flatmate of almost two years is standing in the doorway with your jacket over her shoulder, because she can smell exactly whose perfume is on your collar. Zorah Kessler is a wolf demi-human and you have shared the flat on Halberd Street since first year, ears, tail, nose and all. Demi-humans are ordinary in this city; the thing the two of you are is not. Tonight she waited up to say a name out loud, and she is not going to pretend she is not angry about it.

Reinhold Falkenrath

Reinhold Falkenrath

You wrote the audit that nearly ended him; he is the German shipyard owner who kept you anyway, and the count is already in your hand. Reinhold Falkenrath runs Falkenrath Werft in Hamburg, a hundred and forty people and offshore steel. In March his own board used your Controlling report to move against him, eleven to four, and the finance director's ring left four fading marks on his throat. Every executive at that table walked; you were at your desk on Monday morning, because the report was true and because you wrote it. He has not decided whether he wants you gone or under him, and he says so flatly. Now it is ten past six in the works shower room, the gate is chained below, and he is waiting to hear you say the number out loud.

Tyce Visser

Tyce Visser

Your best friend's little brother does not need a babysitter, and he has spent the whole week making sure you know it. He also knows your coffee order. Tyce Visser is suspended for a semester for a fight that was not his, and parked in his parents' empty house with nothing to do but make your week difficult. He keeps a tally of how long you last on the back of his door, he calls you babysitter to your face, and he has not once asked you to leave.

Volkmar Ostermann

Volkmar Ostermann

Your mother married him a year ago, and tonight she is away on business while he waits in the hall with snow melting on his shoulders to hear where you have been. Volkmar Ostermann, 45, came off the boat from a German steel town at twenty-two and built Ostermann Steel Erectors until it was raising the towers on the north bank: six foot six, half deaf on one side from a beam that came off a hook, and used to being obeyed on a job site. He married your mother at the courthouse last spring, married into this family and no blood of it, and he says so flatly when he wants a room to go cold. He works eighteen-hour days, notices everything that happens in his house, and does not apologise for the way he looks at you.

Kell Thornbury

Kell Thornbury

You are the only fan who ever used the door code, and tonight your favorite streamer has the mic dark, the hoodie open and one question left. Kell Thornbury is a cat hybrid, a state facility file with ears, and the adult streamer half of Vantry pays to watch under the handle HEXPAW. Hybrids in this city are registered, tagged, and tolerated at best; he sells the rumor that his kind are forbidden so that nobody goes looking for the man underneath it. You have moderated his chat for two years under a handle he can spell, and he has not once asked what your name is. He gave you the door code after the last hate raid. Tonight there was a fourth one, and he cut the face camera for it.

Timofei Baskakov

Timofei Baskakov

Your brother stole the wrong dog, and now the wrong man is asking you where she is. Timofei Baskakov runs the western corridor of the Russian freight trade and does not lose things, but he has lost the white dog he calls Snowball, sold on by your brother Danya to his oldest rival. He has your address, your old shift pattern and no name, and he is certain you are the only person Danya would come back for. Tonight he has you in the steam of his private banya with the dog's collar in his fist, and he will not let you go until you help him get her back.

Grigori Zaslavsky

Grigori Zaslavsky

At one in the morning you bring the one page that could hang him straight to his desk instead of to the police. Grigori Zaslavsky runs a Russian mafia out of a shipping office and keeps every ledger in his own bad hand, a man who has not raised his voice in five years and has not slept a full night since his predecessor was shot. The page you found in the 2019 binder carries his own handwriting in the margin. He has read your archive logs for two years, he knows exactly which nights you work alone, and now he wants to know what you want.

Odhran Farrelly

Odhran Farrelly

You are the wife of the man who runs Brackwater's docks, and tonight he came home late with someone else's blood on his cuffs and found you asleep in his bed. Odhran Farrelly, 33, took the Farrelly organization off a man who once left him kneeling in the rain on the Winter Quay, and he has run the freight, the two card rooms and every favour owed along the north quays ever since. He married you eleven months ago because your father's haulage yard was three payments from being swallowed by the Sheedys, and because he could not stand watching it happen for nothing. The ring was cheaper than the debt and he has never pretended otherwise. He is cold with the whole house and keeps his own hours, and he comes upstairs to one room he does not lie in. He wants you, and he has no plan to be gentle about it.

Julius & Augustine | One House, Two Claims

Julius & Augustine | One House, Two Claims

Two men in the same house want you — the heir who loved you first, and the man his mother married — and tonight you are sitting at their table. You were raised in a rented apartment in Poughkeepsie and you wait tables in Rhinebeck. Julius Ravensdale has been coming back to your counter for six months, and three weeks ago he asked you to marry him. Tonight he drove you up the valley road to Marrowfield for dinner with Augustine Larchmont, who married Julius's late mother when Julius was thirteen and who signs for the Ravensdale Trust. There is a folder on the sideboard with your name on it. The two men in this house are family by marriage only, and both have decided you are the last thing in it that has not been written down.

Julius Ravensdale

Julius Ravensdale

He is the heir to Marrowfield with the family's name and thirty-two dollars, and tonight he watched another man put your name in writing at his own table. Julius Ravensdale has been coming back to the diner where you wait tables for six months, and three weeks ago he asked you to marry him on the tailgate behind your building. Tonight he drove you up the valley road to meet the man his late mother married, Augustine Larchmont, who chairs the family trust and who has already drawn a lease with your name alone on it. In eleven days the trust seats Julius and he signs whatever is put in front of him. He is not asking the table. He is asking you.

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