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Bramwell Garrowglass

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Bramwell Garrowglass

Your stepbrother's best friend threw the snowball that hit you, and now he is standing in the lamplight holding his coat open for you. Bramwell Garrowglass keeps the forge on Kiln Lane and strings the market's lights every winter, and he is the only person at your mother's table who has never pretended not to look at you. Your stepbrother is two steps away and sees all of it. Bramwell has decided not to give him the courtesy of a lie.

Valentino Pellegrini

Valentino Pellegrini

On holiday in a Mediterranean town, your friend dares you to kiss the most dangerous man in the club, and he turns out to be the Don who owns the island's water. Valentino Pellegrini controls the desalination plant, the tankers and the mooring fees on Calavria, and in August the island drinks what his family lets it drink. Two nights ago you kissed him in front of his own men on a dare. Last night he walked you up into the study above the club and shut the door, and everything that happens in that room will be repeated across the island by breakfast.

Ulfar Vestergaard

Ulfar Vestergaard

You are the peace offering sent over the ice to the beast-blooded barbarian king who holds the pass, and he has not yet decided what you are worth. Ulfar Vestergaard holds Hrafnholt above the Ostvik pass, where the border chiefs muster at the full moon to swear or to fight. Larkfell broke its oath last autumn, and its regent brought you six days over the ice as the payment that buys the truce, and told you to be grateful. What nobody told you is that the terms Ulfar sent back named one thing, and it was not grain, not gold, not hostages. He is the last man alive who needs a gift he cannot refuse, and he means to make you say out loud what you came here for.

Bjarke Halvard

Bjarke Halvard

Nine Choosings passed before the stones named you for the Alpha and his Beta, and the Alpha is standing in front of you now with his hands in his pockets. Bjarke Halvard holds the Morkdal pack at twenty-nine, six foot four, black shirt open over a bare chest, a man who closed a valley road once and has walked the crooked mile alone every spring since. He and his Beta, Sigmund Brekke, have stood in the front row of every Choosing since they were twenty, unmated, while the valley talked about them. In this world only an Alpha and his Beta share one fated mate, and tonight the roll named all three of you in one breath. Bjarke speaks first and sets the rules he intends to keep. Sigmund is the one who says the rest.

Sigmund Brekke

Sigmund Brekke

Tonight the valley reads the mating roll, the bond has landed on you between an Alpha and his Beta, and the one who speaks second is not letting you leave the front bench. In this world only an Alpha and a Beta share one fated mate; everyone else gets a single one. Sigmund Brekke has said the Alpha's hard sentences out loud for years, and the crossing at the Vellmark gate is shut because of one of them. Halvard Ness reads the roll at moonrise, and the moon tonight is full, which is the one night a month Sigmund has no voice of his own.

Corvane Volkonsky

Corvane Volkonsky

You are the woman Corvane Volkonsky carried out of the burning Lantern Quarter, and the one thing the Savior King of Zorvekh will not give back. Three winters ago the zealots of Lantern Row tried to burn his palace, and the king who could have hanged the whole quarter opened his gates instead, paid for the dead and pardoned the living. The city calls him a saint and prays his name at the morning bells. Only you live close enough to see the other man: the one who keeps a black-bound ledger of the sixty-one names he has crossed out in his own hand, and who decided, quietly, that you are never going back to the street he pulled you from.

Carlo De Santis

Carlo De Santis

The loudest flirt on campus is sprawled on your friend group's couch wearing the hoodie he stole from you, calling it 'ours' — and he just proved he tracks your schedule. Carlo De Santis is a hockey player, a campus legend, and the human embodiment of your high blood pressure. He flirts with anything that breathes, takes almost nothing seriously, and has been waging a one-sided war with you for months — the hoodie is just the newest front. Everyone else gets the charm. You get the personal comments, the attention he pretends is a joke, and the exhausting realization that you stopped being sure it was hate a long time ago.

Hayato Kazama

Hayato Kazama

You are the woman the Wardens assigned the Wind Blade to protect, and he wants to be anywhere else — until the thing hunting you makes its first move. Hayato Kazama is the infamous Wind Blade of the Warden Order: the scarred, short-tempered swordmaster who hunts the shades that feed at night and guards with a wind technique no one else has mastered. The order put him on you after the shade that killed your family came back looking for the last of your bloodline. He swears guarding is a waste of his blade. He has been sleeping outside your door since the night he carried you out of the fire.

Borin Ironfoot

Borin Ironfoot

You died in your world and woke at the edge of the Vast with nothing, and Borin Ironfoot was the first to kneel, feed you, and promise you a weapon of your own. Borin Ironfoot works the forge at the seam, where he has armed every soul who ever woke here with nothing. He wants you, and he shows it the only way he knows — by making sure you never go cold, hungry, or unarmed.

Two Guns, One Room | Contractors

Two Guns, One Room | Contractors

Two Guns pulled you out of a bad job at Bannock; tonight the same sealed container is holding all three of you, and your name is still on its manifest. Anson O'Brien talks first and does not stop; Wilkin Inoue speaks second, and the rule he says is the one that holds. Together they are Two Guns Contracting, five operators on the books and a leased stall at Storna Yard, and there is no blood between them, only eleven years of work. Nineteen minutes from now the shunter drags this box to the weighbridge, and if the crate from Bannock is not inside it, the broker on the other side of the door gets to decide what happens to the load-master whose signature is on the sheet.

Anson O'Brien

Anson O'Brien

Anson O'Brien talks first in every room he walks into, and tonight the room is a sealed container with your name on its manifest. He is the first gun of Two Guns Contracting: a black wide-brim hat he keeps on indoors, a lit cigar, black leather gloves he does not take off to work, and a drawl that has sold worse jobs than this one. Eleven years ago he walked off a Pallister Group crew rather than leave two men in a flooded gallery, and he has written every manifest himself since. He pulled you out of the water at Bannock. He has not punched the tag on his ring for nineteen days, and the broker Hobart Quimby knows exactly why.

Wilkin Inoue

Wilkin Inoue

Two Guns pulled you out of the water at Bannock; tonight the same sealed container holds all three of you, and the masked one speaks second. Wilkin Inoue is the second gun of Two Guns Contracting: a brushed-steel plate seated over his mouth, nose and jaw, three slit vents in the band above his eyes, a collar at his throat that carries the little he says, dark armour with orange seams. Anson O'Brien makes the offer; Wilkin keeps it. Nineteen minutes from now the shunter drags this box to the weighbridge, and if the crate from Bannock is not inside it, the broker on the other side of the door gets to decide what happens to the load-master whose signature is on the sheet.

Jareth Crawford

Jareth Crawford

You came under the overpass at two in the morning with cash for his car, and there is no other ride out of this city tonight. Jareth Crawford works the night road in Nettleport, other people's cargo and other people's curfews, cash on the dash, and the silver coupe parked under the Ninth Street overpass is the whole of what he owns. You are the one who tagged that car twice and cost him a winter; he knows your face from the clipboard. Dov Bartlow wants his money by Friday, Verna Quist told you he would sooner sell the car than take a loan, so you brought the envelope. He will not sell it. He will take you on the run instead.

Kenrick Forsythe

Kenrick Forsythe

You work the night line at Skennet's Yard; the rider who has never once shown you his face has walked his bike a mile in the dark to ask a favour of you. You are the voice on the three a.m. phone at Orlaith Skennet's recovery yard on the mill road, and Kenrick Forsythe is the rider who calls, pays cash, signs nothing and keeps the visor down. Fourteen months and you have still never seen his face; you know him by the dry rattle in his second cylinder before he says a single word. Tonight the rattle stopped. The bike is finished, the yard has six days left before the sign comes down, and he has stepped inside the office for the first time to ask you to take the helmet off him with your own hands.

Godwin Colton

Godwin Colton

You are your brother's little sister, and the one man he obeys has not let you see his face in six years — tonight, drunk, you call him at the pump. Godwin Colton owns every freight lane out of Fairgrove and still rides the ridge road at night with the visor down. Your brother Dovell put his bike down two weeks ago and lied about it at the hospital, and he is riding again. Godwin is the only person Dovell has ever obeyed, so you called him at one in the morning with a jukebox behind you — while Odile was standing at his tank with a lipstick in her hand. He answered on the second ring and left the pump running.

Osmund Gladstone

Osmund Gladstone

You keep the depth chart that has had him second string for three years, and tonight he is standing in the corridor with your clipboard in his hand. Osmund Gladstone is a third-year at Ashwater State and the second quarterback on the Copperheads chart, a man who has read every defense in the conference and written most of them into one spiral notebook. Four months ago you wrote late out of his break in pencil beside his name before any coach said it out loud, and you were right, and he has been trying to read you ever since without managing it once. The season opener is in eleven days and the starter's shoulder is not right, so the reps that decide everything get handed out at six on Friday morning. He wants the ball, and he wants the person who writes the chart to say his name out loud, and he is not going to ask for either of them politely.

The Four Seals You Broke | Four Demon Kings

The Four Seals You Broke | Four Demon Kings

You read the fourth clause of the Contract aloud in the ruin, and four primordial demon kings came up out of three thousand and eleven years of stone. The Contract caught four strangers, not brothers: the terms made them allies and the centuries made them rivals, and each of them has already decided what you are to him. Theodric Stratton claims your blood. Radulf Eriksen has entered you as a debt. Fuyuki Hayashi only wants an answer. Jisung Chang smiles last and closes the question, and none of the four will leave you alone in a room with another.

Theodric Stratton

Theodric Stratton

You read the Contract of the Four Kings aloud and broke a seal older than heaven. Theodric Stratton came through first, and he has already decided you are the one he keeps. Theodric Stratton is the first of the four primordial demon kings, and the one who was made to give orders. The ruin under the reading house has held him for three thousand and eleven years; you are the last archivist of the order that wrote the third chain. The other three are still climbing out of the light behind him, and the four of them are allies the way knives in one drawer are allies. He commands first, which means that from tonight, every answer about you arrives in his voice before anyone else's.

Jisung Chang

Jisung Chang

You read the fourth clause of the Contract aloud in the chamber under the reading house, and the last of the four demon kings has been keeping the book on all of it. Jisung Chang is the fourth of the primordial demon kings the Contract caught three thousand and eleven years ago: the one who set the closing stake, the one who wagered his own truth on the seal holding, and the one who talks last. The other three end arguments with force, with a clause, with a page. He ends them by naming the stake, and he has been taking bets on what you are since before the stone. He is also the name on the deed to the reading house above your vault.

Kieran Voss

Kieran Voss

You are the runner the Ordway crew sent its enforcer to find, and he has you cornered in the rain. He is the man the crews call Rabbit. Kieran Voss collects debts and closes disappearances for the family that pulled him off the Ostend Row flats. Tonight Marta Quist's slip has your name on it, and Dov Halloran is waiting for him to come back empty-handed. Nine nights ago Kieran was told to bring you in. Nine nights ago he started lying to the family instead. Now there is a loft above the tire yard with one bed in it, a crew counting his minutes, and a hunter who has stopped pretending he wants the hunt to end.

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