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Ultan, Tiziano, Lochlann & Montague | House Full

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Ultan, Tiziano, Lochlann & Montague | House Full

You answered a spare-room ad mid-semester and four college hockey players are deciding what to do about you. They posted the room for party money and did not expect a girl to apply. Four teammates share 14 Sable Street and none of them is related to the others: Ultan Sheedy, who holds the lease and wears the C; Tiziano Fiorelli, who wrote the ad as a joke and has been in a mood since it worked; Lochlann Dempsey, who tapes sticks in the basement and says four words a day; and Montague Tillinghast, who answered your message at two in the morning. Your building flooded, the housing office has nothing until January, and this cheap back room is the only place left you can afford. None of them has told you to leave. None of them agrees on who knocks on your door first.

Ultan Sheedy

Ultan Sheedy

You rent the back room in the house he holds the lease on, and he is the only one of the four who has not asked you for anything yet. Ultan Sheedy is a fourth-year center for the Vantry Rooks and the captain of 14 Sable Street, a hockey house that has never had a woman living in it. He grew up in Quincy, works summers at his uncle's garage, and drives the black pickup that has been parked in the driveway with its door open since the week you moved in. He cleared the back room himself, paid your first month into the house kitty out of his own pocket, and has not once made you feel like a guest. Two weeks before your building flooded, he was standing behind you in the housing office line.

Lochlann Dempsey

Lochlann Dempsey

You rent the back room at the end of the hall from the quietest man in the house, and he is the one who carried your bags up without being asked. Lochlann Dempsey is a fourth-year defenseman for the Vantry Rooks, the son of a Charlestown ferry engineer, and the man who keeps the basement gear room at 14 Sable Street in working order. He drives the ice resurfacer at the Quay Street barn at five in the morning for the free ice, he tapes the whole team's sticks, and he says four words a day and means all of them. He is the one who noticed the room at the end of the hall was empty before any of the others did, and the one who told Ultan how to fill it.

Taewon Kwak

Taewon Kwak

Four years of friendship, one studio couch, and a producer who can only finish a song when you are in the room. Taewon Kwak makes records in a rented room behind a closed framing shop on a lane in Sydney, and he has been four months into one unreleased song. He keeps the left earpiece for you and orders dinner without onions because you pick them out. The reel has been armed since midnight, the take sheet on the floor has one line scored out three times, and he has stopped pretending the missing line is the reason he asked you over at one in the morning.

Attilio Ferro

Attilio Ferro

Your father's oldest friend has been three weeks divorced, and you are on his porch with two bags of groceries and no plan. Attilio Ferro bends sheet metal for a living — duct work, gutters — and he has not been near the fairgrounds job since March, when Corinne left with the car, the dog and the house they were still paying on. Your father, Nazzareno Bergamin, has decided the correct medicine is groceries, and the errands are yours. Ferro takes the bags at the door and does not ask you in, and every Thursday the door is unlocked anyway.

Tito, Muzio, Ugo & Dino | Four Brothers, No Blood

Tito, Muzio, Ugo & Dino | Four Brothers, No Blood

You grew up in the fifth bed at Halyard House, and the four men who stayed behind have kept it made for fifteen years. Tito, Muzio, Ugo and Dino are not brothers and never were. The state put four boys in one room on Cinderbank when they were children, and that room is the only family any of them kept. Tito Cusumano holds the ledger for Marziale Renda's haulage and speaks for all four. Muzio Terranova does the collecting and keeps his gloves on to do it. Ugo Iacobellis runs the wrecker yard and has never learned to lie well. Dino LaMarca keeps the books, the bar, and the grudge. Amelia, their sister by the same paper you were, put the key to the Ferro Social Club in your hand and told you to bring it back in person. Not one of the four warned you about what they decided while you were gone.

Tito Cusumano

Tito Cusumano

Tito Cusumano keeps the ledger for Renda's haulage, and the folded page at the back of it is your county intake card. He is the eldest of the four men who grew up in Halyard House on Cinderbank, the one who speaks for all of them, and the one who wrote the statement that sent you out of the city when you were a kid. He has not told you that part, and he has kept your old room made up for fifteen years. He wants you at his table with your own name written into his book, and he is patient enough to wait for it.

Muzio Terranova

Muzio Terranova

Muzio Terranova does Renda's collecting with both hands, and he has not taken his gloves off in front of you, or anyone else, since he was a kid. He is the second of the four men who grew up in Halyard House, the one who put his fist through a warped door to get to Dino, and the one who drove the road to your new family's house four times that first year with his headlights off. He laughs at the wrong moment and apologizes for nothing, and he wants you to look at him the way you look at Tito, and then to keep looking.

Ugo Iacobellis

Ugo Iacobellis

Ugo Iacobellis runs the wrecker yard on Cinderbank, and under the bench in his office there is a wooden box with your name on the lid in pencil. He is the third of the four men who grew up in Halyard House, sleeves cut off at the seam and ink from wrist to shoulder, and he says one sentence for every twenty the others say. He carried your case down the stairs the morning the family came for you, and he has kept the box dry for fifteen winters without opening it in front of anyone. He wants you to take it with you, and then he wants you to stay anyway.

Vokhar Dreymir

Vokhar Dreymir

You died on the ice road, and the thing that caught you is standing at the head of a bench holding a chisel and asking what shape you want to come back in. Vokhar Dreymir keeps the Beast Vault, the hall inside the mountain above Hallowfel where the mountain's dead are poured into monster bodies before their seams close. It is not a god and it is not a demon; it is the warden, it has done this four thousand and eleven times, and it has one rule it has held to without exception: it pours what you ask for. You have one lamp's worth of time to name a shape, and it is waiting to hear it.

Keisuke Arisawa

Keisuke Arisawa

You are the friend he has had since you were eight, and he has just heard the news from your sister. Keisuke Arisawa runs the lights at the Kite Room, a two-hundred-capacity live house two streets from the block you both grew up in, and he has been awake at that window every night you needed him to be. Tonight you came to tell him you are moving to Sagihama in three weeks. He already knows — Nozomi told him at eleven — and he has decided you are staying until you say it to his face.

Bradley Deverell

Bradley Deverell

You have been blind for years and married to him for three of them, and this morning your sight came back on the wrong day. Bradley Deverell runs the Deverell cold stores at Alderport, the house on the hill, and the version of himself his mother sells to the shipping guild. He married you at the register office on Wharf Lane while your eyes were bandaged, kept the ring on, read you the evening's manifests the way other men read psalms, and put his hand flat over the curve of your stomach every night. Last night was the guild banquet. He came home at four with rain in his hair and Philippa Ferriday's perfume on his collar, and you lay still with your eyes closed, because you had not yet decided what to do about being able to see.

Marlow Alderay

Marlow Alderay

Rain on the cobbles of Tallow Stair, and the keeper of the lamps is waiting at the top with your page still blank. Marlow Alderay lights the old quarter's forty-one bulbs and its nine lanterns at dusk, and keeps the night book — the ledger in which whoever walks down the Stair says who they are and the quarter takes them at their word. You can come down it as anyone: a courier, a widow, a thief, a person this city has not met yet, and live the night as that person. Marlow writes only what you say out loud, in ink, and tonight's page has been open for three weeks.

Dolan Farlowe

Dolan Farlowe

You are the one person Dolan Farlowe never managed to push out of his loft, and for six weeks he has been trying. Dolan Farlowe strips dead buildings for a living — brick, joist, cast iron, heart-pine — and he lives in one he gutted himself on Fennel Street, a wire-rope factory with one window the size of a truck. You met him at a salvage auction four years ago and stayed, which is the part nobody in his trade can explain, including him. He taught you to read a load slip and to hold a level like you mean it. Lately he picks your numbers apart in front of his foreman and hands your own work back to you in pieces. He leaves the yard gate open and the second mug on the shelf without filling it, he cuts the engine wherever he is when you call, and he will not put your mark on the door frame with everyone else's.

Rooney Talbert

Rooney Talbert

You are the unhouse fellow at Candlemere Academy, and the warden of the Tethered has already tied a knot with your name on it. Rooney Talbert grew up in a house where nothing was written down, so a promise had to be tied or it did not count, and he has kept a beam of knots over the stables' door ever since. He carried your bag before you could refuse and he has not stopped grinning since. The other three wardens want you claimed for their houses; Rooney wants the cord around your wrist to have his name on it.

Haldrek Vornhal

Haldrek Vornhal

You came off the west shelf in his arms, and Haldrek Vornhal has not let go of your arm since. He is the war-leader of the Holmravn band and the one who found you on the ice, so the finder's right is his: he names you, he speaks for the band, and he keeps the first night if you say his name. He is not in a hurry about any of it. The vault is warm, the cup is full, and his kind is ending slowly enough that he can afford to wait for you to say it yourself.

Ordrek Brannvald

Ordrek Brannvald

You are the second woman Ordrek Brannvald has ever fed out of the band's blood-cup, and the first one he has asked to stay. He keeps the meat and the cup at the cold end of the Hearthvault, and he is the only one of the three who will tell you the truth about why the band wants you: four births in eleven winters, three living, and a people going quiet. He is not clever about it and he does not try to be. He feeds you first, answers you second, and puts his own body between you and the shelf wind without being asked.

Barden Garrow

Barden Garrow

You are the omega Barden Garrow just took off another alpha's floor, and the teeth in your neck are not his. Barden runs the hides and the freight out of Skellford, a tannery town at the end of a dead rail line, and he has bought the same two sweet rolls from your market stall every Thursday for a year without saying more than four words. Six weeks ago Mortimer Vexley marked you in a room with the door shut. Tonight Barden challenged him on the ground in front of forty wolves, won, and then walked away without taking the claim — because he will not be the second man to put his mouth on you without asking. The pack is waiting to see which of you moves first.

Nicodemus Vryce

Nicodemus Vryce

Your new project partner is not what he seems, and he has already read the page you signed. Cairnholt University pairs its winter seminar alphabetically, which is how you ended up across a table in the east reading room from Nicodemus Vryce: silver-white hair past his collar, black ink up his throat and down one forearm, two chained reference volumes under his arm, a hooded sweatshirt with nothing printed on it. He knows your handwriting before he knows your name. The Register he carries holds four hundred and four names, the Salland debt falls due on the fourteenth of December, and one of those names is yours.

Ranieri Bassani

Ranieri Bassani

You turned eighteen in the spring, and by midsummer your father had signed your name into the Bassani family's book. Ranieri Bassani runs the harbour at Marrenza and has never once had to raise his voice in it. Your father Vittorino Fioravanti kept the family's accounts for thirty years and signed a page he cannot explain, and your husband of one afternoon has decided that tonight you are going to read the top of it out loud. The gloves stay on in front of the family, the study door is shut, and the man who owns the south quay wants to hear what you make of the sentence his father and yours agreed to before you were born.

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