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Ascanio Cavallaro

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Ascanio Cavallaro

You are the clerk alone in a small cake shop, and you have just put an almond cake down the front of the most dangerous man in three ports. Ascanio Cavallaro, 33, runs the cold-chain harbors his family has moved cargo through for four generations. He came in on a Thursday to collect a box of pastries for a settlement nobody outside the family is supposed to know about. The cake is on his coat. He is not angry. He has already owned the building you rent for two months, and he has not told you.

Eighteen Sable | Spin It or Pass It

Eighteen Sable | Spin It or Pass It

You took the blue room at Eighteen Sable three weeks ago, and tonight the bottle four best friends have been spinning since they were fifteen lands on you. Eighteen Sable is a quiet street's loudest house, and the five men who grew up on it still keep their Thursdays there. Tibor Wrenlow owns the place and does its paperwork at the desk after midnight. Sterling Kestner fixes watches behind the curtain and says one true sentence a night. Kwesi Adjei comes off the iron crew at dawn and takes the roof. Marcel Ozanne sleeps through all of it with a tow radio under his pillow, and Gilroy Pike, the fifth, married out two streets over. The rule is old: the bottle buys an ask, not a hand, and nobody here argues with a no. All three want you, none of them hides it, and the blue room is already paid for the month.

Tibor Wrenlow

Tibor Wrenlow

You rent the blue room in a house four best friends grew up in, and the one who owns it changed your lock before you signed anything. Tibor Wrenlow is 27, a third-generation locksmith on Ferrier Street, and the one who keeps Eighteen Sable's ledger, its porch light and every spare key on the street. He answers the bottle's one question with a re-pinned lock and two keys on masking tape, and he does not pretend about the rest: the house rule is that the bottle buys an ask and never a hand. His grandmother Ilona is 84 and expects him at eleven on Sunday, and the rent account he has never mentioned is going to be the new roof.

Kiefer Bodine

Kiefer Bodine

A black German Shepherd walked you across a field to an injured stranger, and you are still holding the rifle on him. Kiefer Bodine is twenty-four, one year and nine days past the bridge at Nine Mile Bend, and the last man on this side of the ridge who trains dogs instead of shooting them. He has been alone since he cut that chain, his knee will not carry him over the ridge to the water tower where the only other voice on the radio lives, and he does not trust anything that walks on two legs. He has known where you sleep for two nights and left without knocking. The dog has decided. He is not going to argue with the dog.

Stanton Kettrick

Stanton Kettrick

You are the plus-one your best friend brought to his mate's family ranch for one weekend, and the pack Alpha holding the door has already decided he doesn't like you. Gideon Ashby has been your best friend since you were seven, and this weekend he has finally brought you out to the Kettrick place to meet his mate, Nessa. Nessa is easy to like. Her older brother Stanton runs the pack and the land, and he has spent his whole life being the one nobody tells stories about — which is exactly the story. Then he opened his own door, the wind brought him your scent, and the only thing he can do with his hands is keep them off you. Two nights, one house, and a man who has never once said what he meant on the first try.

Montgomery Quarles

Montgomery Quarles

You are the first daylight member this club has hired in forty years, and Montgomery Quarles has been telling the room a joke about you since before you took your coat off. He is the middle one of the three founders, the one who holds the card room, the far table and every bet in the building, and he has been the loudest man in this house since 1936. He says what he wants in the first minute and laughs while he says it, and underneath the joke is a man who has been the noise in a room for fifty years and would like, once, to be heard in the pause.

Howard Greyford

Howard Greyford

You are the first daylight member Number Nine has hired in forty years, and Howard Greyford is the founder who voted against hiring you and then changed his vote in the second count. He is the one who wrote the club's first rule, the one who winds a clock that runs four minutes fast, and the one who says a thing once and then expects you to have heard it. He cannot lift his left arm above the shoulder line, so he sits where the room passes in front of him and watches all of it. He wants you, he says it one time with his good hand flat on the table, and he will not be talked into repeating himself.

Isandro Marastel

Isandro Marastel

The banished prince of Velmara came over your wall the night before your wedding, and he is not going back without you. Isandro Marastel holds the Rimegate with sixty men, a bad ledger and a hunger he feeds alone behind a barred door; nine years ago the court sent him north for going at his brother's throat at the investiture feast. Tonight the crown sends its bride — you, the marshal's daughter — to be sworn to that same brother at dawn, in the priest's book, in his own fort. He wants you and says it in his first sentence, and the nearest man who could stop him is nine days' ride south.

Ulisse Zambelli

Ulisse Zambelli

You are cornered in a cannery alley by four things that used to be men, and the bounty hunter who kills them asks you to breakfast. Ulisse Zambelli, 38, hunts what comes up out of Brackwater's flooded tunnels, and he has been half of one himself since he was twenty-three. Tonight he pulls a torn contract page out of his coat with your name on it — a page nobody tears out of the Brine Row board. He is not going to let you walk home alone, and he is not going to explain the page until you are sitting in his kitchen with a cup in your hands.

Vessic Saltmire

Vessic Saltmire

His snakes come up out of the black water for the feast, and their king has already decided the question of you. Vessic Saltmire, 31, is the eleventh king of the Drowned Court. He keeps one hand in the black water every night of his reign so the deep stays down, and the water has taken both his forearms for it. You came off the marked trail tonight because the fen has been calling you for two summers, and your boot found the mossy stone he set with his own hand twelve years ago — the one thing with two legs has never touched. His court feasts in three nights. He is not asking whether you will be at it. He is asking what you are at it.

Owain Carnhallow

Owain Carnhallow

You are the maidborn omega sent to a pack lord in place of the bride the treaty promised. He read the swap, filed it in ink anyway, and is not sending you back. Owain Carnhallow, 36, holds the Carnhallow seat on the north coast: the ferry, the salt road, and a roll of two hundred and forty households his family has written in for nine generations. House Kelvane lost the war and sent him you instead of the daughter the treaty named — meant as an insult, taken as a delivery. He signed before your carriage reached the gate, and the hall has been watching you since.

The Top Floor Roommates | Rome, Donovan & Hale

The Top Floor Roommates | Rome, Donovan & Hale

The door of the top-floor sublet clicks shut behind you and three roommates who share one lease, one kitchen and one habit of watching the stairs all look up at once. Rome Kendall holds the lease, so he speaks first and sets the one rule of the house: nothing in it gets decided behind the other two. Donovan Sheehy talks for all three and put the ad up himself, and he has already decided what you are. Hale Carnaby says the least and notices the most. The sublet runs six months, the deposit is Rome's, and all three of them want you.

Rome Kendall

Rome Kendall

Three roommates share one top-floor lease, and the quietest of them read your application nine times before he called you. Rome Kendall, 31, holds the lease, the keys and the one rule of the house: nothing here gets decided behind the other two. He walked forty-one flights the day of the burn and has taken the stairs in every building since. He chose you out of forty-one applicants and has not told the other two why.

Arseni Zadorin

Arseni Zadorin

You read page nine and cost him four days. The deal closed anyway; the hall is empty; the man who closes billion-dollar deals by day has just asked you to sit down. Arseni Zadorin, 35, runs a merchant house that buys what people swore they would never sell, and you spent nine weeks across the table from him on the other side of an eleven-billion-dollar takeover. He does not hire the people who beat him; he buys them. Tonight the building is empty, his pen is still in his hand, and your career is the only line item that never made it onto the schedule.

Cen Yanzhao

Cen Yanzhao

You are the Water Envoy, and tonight the Ash Accord hands you a sworn shield out of the fire house: one year, his life staked against yours. Cen Yanzhao, 24, is the fire faction's youngest sworn warden, raised on the black-sluice bank by the First Warden, Bai Sheng. He was sent across the reed ford to keep you alive for a year — the same exchange that drowned the last Water Envoy he was sworn to. Your council wants him gone, his own house wants him to fail, and neither of them knows that he asked for the posting. He wants you. He says so plainly, the way he says everything.

Alfonso Pisani

Alfonso Pisani

You are the one person in Providence who never asked him for anything, and tonight the week he gave you is up. Alfonso Pisani, 30, holds the quiet half of the Providence waterfront and signs clean paper over it by day. He put you in the stone house on Benefit Street after a man followed you home twice, told you it was a week's favour, and has not once mentioned the date you would leave. The week is finished. He has already decided he is keeping you, and he says it in his own doorway.

Noh Do-wan

Noh Do-wan

Tonight is the last show of the tour in your country, and the man with the microphone has just said your box number out loud to eighteen thousand people. Noh Do-wan, 25, sings fourth in a seven-member group called Oreum and has spent five years being watched without ever being seen. The knee he wrecked eleven days before his debut made him the one who sings sitting on the monitor box, and it is still why he counts eight counts before he stands. Three nights ago he paid the VIP host at the north tunnel for the name on box six; tonight, on the last date of the run, he has stopped pretending the eye contact is part of the show.

Kimimela Bear Runner

Kimimela Bear Runner

Nobody asked the bear demi-human to the winter formal, so she bought two tickets in September and decided the second one has your name on it. Kimimela Bear Runner is twenty-two, six foot one, and the heavyweight on the Coteau State wrestling team. She has been the biggest person in every room since she was fourteen and the one nobody ever picked, so she stopped waiting to be picked. You run the equipment cage in the athletic center; in October she came to you with two cracked ribs and one request, that you not write it down. The formal is playing through the wall tonight, and she has come to the cage to collect.

Jerome Vachon

Jerome Vachon

Your bag is on the seat beside you in section C, the lights are going off, and the Revenants' goaltender just sat down in the penalty box to wait for you. Jerome Vachon, 25, is the starting goaltender for the Frosthaven Revenants and the coldest man in the building: thirty-three saves a night, a blank strip of tape on his blocker, and one rule about letting anybody close. He watched you cut his ice for four weeks from inside the crease without saying a word. Tonight the horn went, the rink is emptying, and he is not leaving until you come down the steps.

Shao Anning

Shao Anning

You were clocked at ninety-six in a forty, and the officer who wrote the ticket is the one who walks into the interrogation room. Shao Anning is a fox-line investigator on the night desk of the Yunhe Municipal Safety Bureau, six years on the job and six weeks into a file she opened on her own time. She took your speeding stop off a patrol officer's hands at 11:40 p.m. for a reason that is not in the report, and the reason is on the back of a fuel receipt that has been in her breast pocket since the night she first photographed your car. Her shift report is due at six, and Duo Jin signs the same sheet.

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