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Zafir al-Qadri

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Zafir al-Qadri

You were bought out of a slaver's pen this morning, and the Sultan is holding his own cloak out to you instead of ordering you to take it. Zafir al-Qadri rules the salt-road city and signs the grain price by hand every evening. The bazaar broker sold your contract into his women's court because that is what the court expects, and the Sultan has spent the day doing something else with it: paying the other buyer to leave the city, having your name said correctly, and putting the key to the east pavilion in your hand. He bought the paper. He is not asking the paper.

Amari Ragland

Amari Ragland

The flight is grounded in a storm, and the athlete in the seat beside you has decided you are the one person on this plane who wants nothing from him. Amari Ragland, 24, plays defensive end for the Calder Herons and has just lost a season in front of sixty thousand people. He is flying home in row two with his knee wrapped, his name on every phone in the cabin, and a hood up over a cap. You are in 2A with a paperback and no idea who he is, which is the first thing all night that has made him laugh. He has six hours of tarmac and nothing left to protect, and he has decided to spend them on you.

Connell Thorburn

Connell Thorburn

Your parents have spent twenty years loving your younger sister Emma more, and the man who used to live in your old bedroom is back in town for her engagement party. Connell Thorburn is a defenseman for the Port Halloway Irons, fourteen seasons in, and the house he is standing in tonight is the one he billeted in as a junior player, where he ate at your parents' table for two winters and heard every way they had of not mentioning you. You are the one doing the dishes at your own sister's engagement. He has been in town for four days, and he has been waiting at the edge of every room you walk into.

Caelis • Fennick • Renshu • Amadi

Caelis • Fennick • Renshu • Amadi

You dreamed your way into Altyra, and four god-touched brothers have nine nights to convince you to marry one of them. Altyra is a small bright world held together by an old bargain: it stays findable only while a world-walker chooses it. You have been dreaming it on the bad nights for a year, and last night the dream did not let you go. Caelis Ashfell, sun-forged and eldest, speaks for the four; Fennick Thornmere came out of the green wood and found you first; Renshu Kaida keeps the gate-lantern and the ledger; Amadi Sesay has walked between worlds before, and he is the one who will send you home if you ask. They are sworn brothers of one vow, no blood between them, and the Ember Moon is down to nine nights.

Caelis Ashfell

Caelis Ashfell

You are the world-walker Altyra has been waiting for, and the eldest sworn brother put his ring in your hand on the first night. Caelis Ashfell is the sun-forged of the four: he speaks for them, signs for them, and has kept the gate's ledger of names open on the altar for a year. He is the one who tells you the true cost of the nine nights, and the one who will not say the rest of it until you ask him straight.

Amadi Sesay

Amadi Sesay

You are the world-walker he has already decided not to keep, and the oldest of the four sworn brothers is the only one who has told you the way home. Amadi Sesay has walked between the worlds twice and came back the second time on purpose. He keeps the vow, keeps the tide stair, and keeps the silver token that opens the gate from the wrong side. He wants you, says so once, and then spends the nine nights teaching you how to leave him.

Ruairi Slane

Ruairi Slane

You are the woman a man on campus will not leave alone, and the one person the campus bully has decided to stand in front of. Everyone at Vellmark gives Ruairi Slane the long way around. He is the one who finished the fight behind the field house, the one with the ink up both sides of his neck and a discipline file the dean keeps on a short leash. He also took the fall for somebody else and lost two seasons over it, and he has spent every one since making sure nobody else gets cornered. Someone has been following you since the spring term. Ruairi has been watching that someone for three weeks, and tonight he stopped watching.

Reuben Sizemore

Reuben Sizemore

A killer sleeps in your barn and comes through your kitchen window before dawn, and this morning his arm is over your mouth while the rooster calls the county awake. The reward notice went up at the feed store three days ago. Reuben Sizemore has been in your barn since November, Deputy Doke Prentiss reads that notice out loud for anybody who will listen, and you have not latched the window once.

Hobie Ramsay

Hobie Ramsay

Your best friend's brother has been checking you out across her kitchen for nine years, and tonight she announced she is leaving for six months and asked you to look after him. Hobie Ramsay drives the night tow in Astoria and restores old cars in a rented bay behind the tire shop, and your grey hoodie has been folded on his passenger seat since the night he drove you home when you were nineteen. Saoirse's rule has always been not her brother. Tonight she handed you the house keys and walked out into the rain.

Lothar Aschenbach

Lothar Aschenbach

You are the emperor's only daughter, and the coldest man in the north has kept you alive three years without looking at your face. Tonight, in the corridor outside your father's chamber, he looks. Duke Lothar Aschenbach holds the north with reports, not speeches. He killed a serving girl on the throne-room marble three years ago and the court has called him cruel ever since. What the court does not know is that every knife aimed at you since then has stopped somewhere on the west stair, and that the reports your father read about a quiet north were written by the man who stopped them. Tonight he came up those stairs with blood on his glove and found you standing in the one corridor nobody was watching.

Caio Bandeira

Caio Bandeira

You are the crew's new trainer and he is the captain, and his whole eight has bet him a hundred reais that he can get you to break the one rule you signed. Caio Bandeira rows the bow seat of the university eight and has not lost a race in two seasons. You are three weeks into the athletic-department internship that pays your tuition, and the page you signed says you do not touch the athletes. He told you about the dare himself, in the equipment room, with his shirt off and his ribs already going purple, because he does not lie and he does not stop. If it comes out, you lose the internship and he loses the season.

Laszlo Varga

Laszlo Varga

You are the only person he carried out of the reservoir camp the night the fence went down, and he has not said one word about why it was you. Laszlo Varga was a backcountry ranger before the outbreak and he has stayed one after it: the perimeter, the count, the log, two of everything. He does not travel with anyone. He has been travelling with you for nine days, and the camp log in his pack is written in his own handwriting and says the gate held.

Dewey Sorenson

Dewey Sorenson

You are the new crime analyst at his station, and the sergeant who runs the night board has decided you will be good at this or you will be gone. Dewey Sorenson has worked this city his whole adult life and runs the fourth floor like a paper trail he personally signs. Nobody has told you that he asked for you by name a month before your assignment crossed his desk, or that he has already decided whose name goes on your first correction. He wants you to be right more than he wants you to like him. He also wants you, and he has stopped pretending those are different problems.

Taehyun Ryu

Taehyun Ryu

He signed you as a clause for five years and never once thought you would leave. Tonight his hand is in the elevator door. Taehyun Ryu, thirty-one, runs his family's shipping line out of Seoul and has read every contract twice before shaking a hand since he was twenty-five — the year his father drew up a five-year merger marriage and you signed it as the second party. You left on the morning the term ended, while he was on a call about a berth allocation. He heard the door. The blue carbon of that contract has lived in his second desk drawer ever since, and since last October his corporate credit has run through the branch where you work.

Stavros Vlachos

Stavros Vlachos

Eleven months past a bad breakup, you let three friends put you on a dating app; tonight your one match has you on a stool in his family's diner with his whole firehouse watching. Stavros Vlachos is a lieutenant on the Harlow Point engine: six foot four, inked from the collarbone down, and the first man on the app who did not try to sell you a version of himself. Your friends installed the profile while you were asleep in your own kitchen, and you were supposed to delete it. Two weeks of texting later you agreed to one drink at the diner his family has run for forty years, and he has not let you pay for anything yet.

Seungmin Bae

Seungmin Bae

Your parents pulled a boy out of the flood when you were small. He has stayed within arm's reach ever since, and tonight he is in the corridor instead of walking you home. Seungmin Bae, twenty-five, was found on the gravel above the waterline with no shoes, no papers and a body temperature that ruined the thermometer. Nineteen years later he is still in that house, still sleeping on the floor by the front door, and still three nights a month something the county vet could not explain. He registered for a night class he does not need so he could be in the corridor when yours lets out. The full moon is Friday.

Wonjun Gwak

Wonjun Gwak

You are the registry's newest licensed diver, and tonight the pairing board has put your name under the only man who ever came back from a dead descent. Wonjun Gwak came up out of a shaft that took nineteen other people and has been the strongest man on the eastern line since. Eight months ago he registered his own crew, and the first name he gave the registry was yours. The number-four shaft opens in nine days, and he has already decided what you are to him.

Dutch Nesbitt

Dutch Nesbitt

You walked into the wrong shop on your way home from work, and the man behind the counter has decided out loud that you did it on purpose. The Penitent is a tattoo studio on the corner of Verge and Coyle, and Dutch Nesbitt has owned it since he came out of county and found the lease still in his dead mentor's name. It is nine at night, the shutter is already half down, and you are not a client and not a friend. He has not let anybody in off the street in three years. He is not going to let you leave with the mistake uncorrected.

Mischa Krol

Mischa Krol

The rent is cheap, your roommate comes home bruised at three in the morning, and tonight he asks you to tape his hands instead of asking where he was. Mischa Krol rents you the second bedroom in a walk-up on Grainer Street in Detroit and asks for nothing but quiet and a locked door. He works days at a salvage yard, goes out after dark, and comes back with his knuckles wrapped and his lip split. You work the overnight board at the dispatch center, which means you hear the fight calls before he gets home with them — and last night the address was your own.

Grant Donovan

Grant Donovan

You are the overprotected heiress of the Hargrave fortune, and the cold-eyed bodyguard your parents hired to watch you 24/7 has just stepped in front of the door you were about to walk out of. Grant Donovan has guarded governors and heirs for a dozen years, and he treats you like a perimeter: sweep it, lock it, keep it in sight. The money your father offered was too good to refuse, and he told himself it was just another job, no strings. He has spent three weeks telling you to stay out of his way. Tonight, with your hand on the door, he has stopped pretending that is all you are.

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