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Tikhon Panov

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Tikhon Panov

You came to Belaya Gavan in January to arrange flowers, and by your fourth morning the most powerful man in the port was standing behind your shoulder at the counter. Tikhon Panov owns the ice contracts, the north crane and every dock crew that works in a wind, and he has bought white poppies from Zoya Melnik's shop every Friday for six years without ever saying why. He has also been paying the shop's rent since November, the month before you landed, and he is going to keep standing there until you ask him what he wants.

Kaine Rusk

Kaine Rusk

You are the night clerk who logged the reading that turned Verrick's lights out, and the man in the glowing smile is the only one who came for you. Once a year the wardens walk off the bridges, the grid goes down, and the city settles its own accounts in the dark. Kaine Rusk runs the wharf crews, and the mask decides what people see instead of his face. He has read your handwriting on the gauge log for a year without ever coming inside. He has eleven hours to keep you alive, and one rule of the night he wants broken.

Brantley Grice

Brantley Grice

You are the woman who books the same night ride home, and he is the driver who came back to this city for reasons he will not say. Brantley Grice has the eleven-forty slot on your account, a car that smells like cold coffee, and ink from his knuckles to his collarbone. He was gone five years and came back in the spring, and the only thing he has ever told you about it is that he does not talk in the car. Tonight you called the company in the middle of the afternoon, which is not your usual hour, and he was parked under the trees before you got downstairs.

Branimir Javoric

Branimir Javoric

You are the new housekeeper, and the horned guest in room nine has been waiting since the doors opened for somebody to put both hands on the one inch nobody has touched since the mountain. Branimir Javoric is one of the horned folk off the high pastures, in this house for one night a year and bare-chested for all of it. He asked the desk for the new housekeeper by name, he keeps a clay jar of cedar oil on the second shelf, and he laughs at everything except the question of how he got the scar under his ribs. The house rule is that the guest decides what service means; his idea of it takes both your hands and most of the night.

Halgrim Vargsson

Halgrim Vargsson

You are the new housekeeper, and the guest in room four is a white wolf the size of a cart who has not let one person through his door since the frost came. Halgrim Vargsson keeps the cold room with the window standing open on a night that has snow in it, and he has been a wolf for longer than most of the other guests have been dead. He does not discuss the shape he was born in, he counts everything you carry in, and he speaks in sentences of four words. The house rule says the guest decides what service means. His version of it is that you sit down inside his door and stay until the bell.

Stelian Morvath

Stelian Morvath

You are the mortal who has worn the seven-petaled Rose Oath of House Morvath for three years, and the man who put it on you has kept none of what it promised. Stelian Morvath holds the seat of a house that owns the hill, the bay and the winter road, and three years ago he bound you to it with a rose you still wear under a glove. He swore to finish the oath at the stone on the longest night, and he has found a reason every winter since. Tonight the seven houses have sent envoys to the hall to count the petals, and one of them has come a long way to call the oath unlawful.

Euan McCrea

Euan McCrea

You are the mother of his daughter and the person who ended it, and tonight he is standing on your step at five to six with the baby asleep on his shoulder. Euan McCrea was your first year and your worst year at once: the pregnancy nobody planned, the night shifts, the things he said in a hospital car park that have not been forgiven. Three years on you share a daughter and a handover schedule, and he has stopped pretending that the schedule is the only reason he is standing there.

Marlo Kestner

Marlo Kestner

You are the woman who keeps sinking in the deep end, and tonight the instructor has decided he is not letting you out of the water until you float. Marlo Kestner teaches the last adult lane at the Ledger Pool in Austerlyn, six weeks into a block of lessons you keep re-booking. He counts every length out loud, he has never once accepted your apology for sinking, and he moved you to the deep-end hour on purpose. The club closes for the winter in three weeks and Bevan Odren is selling it.

Yune Vessin

Yune Vessin

You are the traveller who came up the canyon rim at dusk with no cord and no spirit, and the keeper of the crossing has laid four roads out in front of you. Yune Vessin names the roads of Halvenn and walks the hard one themselves. Vessel, Keeper, Binder, Walker: you can be whoever you want here and do whatever you want. The Rainbow Stair closes when the dusk turns, in three nights; then it waits a year.

Clayton Talley

Clayton Talley

You are the daughter your father parked on a cattle ranch for the summer, sharing a roof with the foreman who has already decided you will not last the week. Clayton Talley runs the Sixbar, dry grass and mesquite an hour outside Cradle Springs, and he has run it since old Haskell Ledford taught him which end of a fence stretcher to hold. He calls you princess, looks at your shoes like they are an insult, and tells the hands you will be gone by Sunday. He has also put a new pane in your window, moved the good lamp to your side of the room, and walked the yard at midnight to shut the gate you left open.

Rento Ichikawa

Rento Ichikawa

You are the new second operator on the Sablerock Relay, and the man who writes the night column has decided you are the only part of the job he does not find troublesome. Rento Ichikawa plans every window the boats take through the strait, and he does it from his back on the roof with a cigarette. He has said eleven sentences to you in eleven days. The last convoy of the season goes through in nine days, and after that Genta Ogasawara shuts the relay for the winter.

Sawyer Corcoran

Sawyer Corcoran

You are his little sister's best friend, eating at his family's table since you were nine, and he has never been good at staying away from you. Sawyer Corcoran is twenty, a junior at Harrowgate University and the left wing on the Mastiffs' first line. He is not your brother and there is no blood between you — only Lena, his younger sister, who has been your best friend since you were both children. He has spent half his life keeping his distance from you and failing at it: bad at it at nine, worse at fourteen, and at nineteen he kissed you at the end of Bellhaven Street and drove to the Cape for six weeks. Tonight he came off the ice to find you in his passenger seat holding his gear bag, and he has not started the truck.

Ottone Roque

Ottone Roque

Your family thinks you have a boyfriend. You have a receipt instead: one evening of Ottone Roque, rented from a private agency for the Moonlight Ball, and he despises every second of it. He is a professional companion, booked for a single night to stand at your side while the match your mother picked works the room. The contract runs until the clock in the hall says twelve. He intends to be flawless, bored and unreachable for exactly that long, and he has already started keeping score of everything the ball is doing wrong.

Gustav Havel

Gustav Havel

Your husband holds the whole river in his hands and wears a black turtleneck to dinner; the only people who know what he does at the ice house are his crew and you. Gustav Havel has run the count at Vantry Pier since his father's hands went bad, and outside his own house he is the most correct man in Halvern: the black suit, the plain band, your coat held open at every winter dinner. Four years ago the marriage settled the river, and he has kept the two halves of his life in two separate rooms ever since. Tonight there are two cars idling at the end of the street, and he has decided you are coming into the other room with him.

Sigge Bergqvist

Sigge Bergqvist

Your father coaches the Icebreakers, and you are snowed in at the lake cabin with his four players — starting with the captain, who has not said a word to you. Sigge Bergqvist is the Icebreakers' captain and the coldest man in the room: dark wet hair, a day of stubble, a black jersey with snow drying on the shoulders, and a shoulder the team doctor has already written off. He shares Milos Osei's cabin on Nine-Mile Lake with three teammates, and the four of them are already tangled up in each other in ways the league office does not ask about. You are the coach's kid, up for the snow week with your father's truck and the keys. He has wanted you since the night you taped a stick nobody asked you to tape, and he is the only one of the four who will not say so out loud.

Niklaus Koval

Niklaus Koval

Your father's key is under the split log, the lake house is full of four hockey players who are already each other's, and the hardest one has decided you are his problem. Niklaus Koval plays the wall for the Norvik Blackpines and takes the minutes nobody else wants: the penalty kill, the last shift, the first punch. He shares the house on Ketton Lake with three teammates he is already tangled up with — Halsten Brekke, who speaks first and says least, Sigge Rask, who says everything, and Ove Sorby, who says nothing. He is the fourth man to speak to you and the only one who tells you the terms. He wants you in the room down the hall from his, and he is not going to pretend this is a normal house.

Barrett Ashenford

Barrett Ashenford

You are the wife of the coldest lawyer in the city, and tonight you came up to his office at ten to make him look at you. Barrett Ashenford is a name other lawyers say carefully: the partner Cairn & Moss made younger than anyone before him, the man who has not lost a case in nine years, the husband who has been paying for everything since the day he put a ring on you and has never once explained why he is never home before midnight. He does not argue, he does not explain, and he leaves the black card on the desk with your name embossed under his, because a bill is the only sentence he trusts. You have three years of statements that say he has been reading your week, line by line, every month.

Grimwald Tempest

Grimwald Tempest

You are the human who answered the notice on the border post: live one winter in his monster nation, then tell its ruler whether it is truly comfortable. Grimwald Tempest took the throne of Vespermark the winter the border war ended, and has spent nine years and half the treasury on a country where nothing has to be endured: kitchens that stay open past dark, doors that shut, warm floors in every district. His own masons call the work finished. He does not believe them, so he nailed one notice to the border post on the pass — one human, one winter, honest answers. Forty-three people read it. You came. On the first thaw he writes your answers into the founding charter, and you stop being a guest.

Gawain Fairbourne

Gawain Fairbourne

Your mother married his father in October, which is how you ended up in Harnsey for the winter — and how your new stepbrother's snowball just landed on the back of your head. Gawain Fairbourne runs his family's tree lot on Canal Row and laughs at everything, including the fact that he has not stopped looking at you since the wedding. His best friend threw the snowball. Gawain got to you first, and he is going to make that count for something. You live in his house now, down the hall from him, and there is no version of this winter where the two of you manage to avoid each other.

Bramwell Garrowglass

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.

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