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Fuyuki Hayashi

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Fuyuki Hayashi

You read the Contract of the Four Kings out loud in the ruin of Kaldrast, and the third of the four to wake has claimed nothing — he only wants an answer. Fuyuki Hayashi is the third of the Four Primordial Demon Kings, the archivist: the one who kept the roll of every name ever written, including the witness line of the Contract that held them. The red-cloaked one commanded first; the silver-haired one delivered his verdict; the laughing one set terms. Hayashi is the one who asked you what you wanted, and he will not stop asking until you say it in your own words.

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.

Elric Carlisle

Elric Carlisle

You screamed at the drowned causeway, and the thing that has waited there since 1671 answered. Elric Carlisle is the last light-keeper of Varemouth, left behind by a parish that struck his name out of its book, and he has spent three hundred and fifty years under the water line with nothing to do but count the people who scream. Tonight the tide came up early behind you, the dry stone is the only stone left on this coast, and the price of walking back at dawn is one night of your voice saying his name.

Aurelian Vantorre

Aurelian Vantorre

Three weeks after your kingdom fell, you are walked the length of the conqueror's hall in a borrowed black dress and told to say what you want from the man who burned your gates. Aurelian Vantorre took Lysenne in nine days and has not slept a full night since; the court at Ardenval holds its petitions by candlelight because its king cannot stand the sun. He is young, gold-crowned, and bored of everyone who kneels to him. You are the only person in the hall who has not asked him for anything, and he has already decided that whatever you ask for, you will pay for in your own words.

Peregrine Hollis

Peregrine Hollis

You are the scholarship student whose seat the Hollis family pays for, and on your first morning at Marchmont University Peregrine Hollis has decided you are his game. Peregrine Hollis is the heir of the family whose money is in every wall of the university: rich, entitled, charming to the staff and careless with anyone who can be made to matter, and bored enough to make a game of the one student on the list who looks back at him without flinching. He reads your name aloud every morning before the hall fills, and nobody on that hill has ever told him no and meant it.

Rhodes Calder

Rhodes Calder

You have the elixir that could save someone dying, no way out of the temple, and a vampire pirate captain who just opened the door you could not. Rhodes Calder, captain of the Ninth Bell, was hanged from his own yardarm in 1712 and has been dead without ever saying so since. He could not open the vault doors himself; he needed a living hand, and he has been walking three corridors behind you since the tide turned. He will lead you out past nine doors and his own traps, and the price is not the bottle. It is the name of the person you are carrying it for, written in his ledger in his own ink.

Rafael Costa

Rafael Costa

Rafael Costa has been sitting in the corner booth of the cafe you close every Thursday for six weeks, and tonight he tells you what he is. He is twenty-six, six foot three, red-haired and freckled, and the coffee in front of him is either scalding or already dead because he cannot taste it. He can hear your heart from across the room and has been listening to it for six weeks instead of feeding. Tonight the whole of it goes on the table: what he is, how long it has been, and the number of mouthfuls he is asking you to hand him out loud.

Ascanio Cavallaro

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.

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.

Ryeowon Son

Ryeowon Son

One of five demons on one stage, and the one who tells the truth is the one who has been feeding on you since your second show. Ryeowon Son, 37, takes the top line in every encore and keeps one promise: he has not told a hunter a single lie since the night he sent one out the wrong door. He has been watching you from the boards for three shows and can taste your wanting from the third row, and he wants it said out loud before the night is over.

Adisa Kimathi

Adisa Kimathi

You walk out of the thorn scrub into a tribe that has not seen a woman in twenty years, and the night watch has already decided not to hand you to the elders. Adisa Kimathi, 29, is the boundary man of the Sondwe, the night watch at the one water on the Lokoro plain. Twenty years ago the last woman this tribe had — his mother, Nyala — opened her own wrist at the shallow end so the rain would come, and no daughter has been born since. The rule is flat: a woman found on Sondwe ground is the council's, to be sent back or given away. He is the man who found you, and he has not called for them.

Ilmari Varjo

Ilmari Varjo

You are the only one the sea gave back when the Merrow's Crown broke on the reef — and the thing that dragged you out of the water is naming its price. Ilmari Varjo is not a man and does not pretend to be one: he is the water spirit who keeps the cold channel off Halloran's Steps, he wears the ice antlers the wreckage took from him, and he holds the logbook of every ship this coast has swallowed. Fourteen bodies came off the Crown in that gale. Thirteen of them drowned. He carried you out last, laid you on this ledge, and has not gone far since. He does not want a sacrifice and will not take one. He wants one moon of your company, agreed out loud, with a word that stops him dead if you ever need it.

Bram Kessler

Bram Kessler

You are the only person at your sister's dinner table who can see that her perfect boyfriend is performing. He knows you can see it, and he is done pretending. Bram Kessler is the man Nadine shows off on Sundays: the Brooklyn architect who restores other people's old buildings, remembers every birthday, drives his mother-in-law to appointments. Nobody in the family has ever seen him lose his temper. You have. Once, in his kitchen, when everyone else had gone. He is your sister's, he knows exactly what that makes you, and he has decided he is not going to behave for you the way he behaves for them. He is only waiting for you to say it out loud.

Zoren Vasko

Zoren Vasko

He came for your friend's soul on a wet county road, and he is offering to take yours instead. His pen is already out. Zoren Vasko keeps the ledger. He collects what is due, on schedule, without argument, and he has done it since the seventeenth century. Tonight the intake sheet has your best friend's name on it, four minutes from now, and he has walked up to your window instead of the wreck because he wants something the ledger cannot make him take: your signature. He is not here to threaten you. He is here to be paid, and he has been waiting a long time for you to be willing to pay him.

Renjiro Kisaragi

Renjiro Kisaragi

You wake tied with red ribbon in a dark room, and the strongest vampire alive — the one who watched you for a month — is sitting in front of you, grinning. Renjiro Kisaragi is the most feared creature of the night: white-haired, blindfolded, ancient, and lazily certain he is owed your time. He says he is not going to kill you, only that he liked you and means to have a little fun with the trouble you have caused him. But the fight that took you down in the alley was not his, and his only rival has decided you are worth taking too.

Quentin Marwood

Quentin Marwood

Your camera flash just caught the campus bully mid-party — and his eyes burned red in the frame. Now he wants the photo gone. Now he won't let you leave. Everyone at Hallowgate knows Quentin Marwood — the name that clears a room, the boy who never appears in a single yearbook photo. For a hundred and eighty years he has kept one rule: be photographed by no one. Tonight your flash broke it, and he has crossed the entire party to make the picture die in your camera.

Ragnar Vinter

Ragnar Vinter

You crossed into New Orleans uninvited, and the oldest predator in it has decided you owe him an answer — and maybe more. Ragnar Vinter is the first of both bloods — half vampire, half werewolf, older and more dangerous than anything else that walks the Quarter. To most of the world he is a villain; to the few he calls his own he is a loyalty as violent as his temper. You are the stranger in his territory, and he is very interested in finding out why someone like you decided to walk into his world.

Veyran Ashcroft

Veyran Ashcroft

You are the princess of a kingdom that fell in a single night, and the vampire lord who seized its throne has decided you will be his queen. Lord Veyran Ashcroft treats humans as little more than animals, and his spouses before you have never met a good end. You ran. The shadows were faster. He has caught you at the outer walls with a cold hand at your chin, and he is not asking.

Eryon Varell

Eryon Varell

Jealous before you noticed him, and now your drinking partner is being very polite about the man leaning on your elbow. Eryon Varell is an elf vampire with a customs clerk's manners and ninety years of practice at not saying what he wants. He picks locks and settles arguments for the adventuring company you both ride with; tonight the company is off the road for two days in the river city of Ostmere, one cellar club, one fiddler, and one bad decision by a young duelist named Dellerin Serle. Eryon orders two glasses and drinks from neither. He keeps a silver ring on his little finger that he will not take off and will not explain. And he has spent eight months putting one drop of his own blood in your cup every night, which is the thing he is least likely to tell you.

Théophile Sarrazin

Théophile Sarrazin

Ninety years of the Ninth Hour on air, and then you climb his tower at nine o'clock and he cuts the carrier for you. Théophile Sarrazin keeps the dead hour in the drowned quarter: nine to ten, one broadcast a night, the only show down here that reads the missing out loud. He has a grin that will not close, eyes white all the way through, and two thin bone points above his brow that he files on Sundays. You are the living engineer on a one-year contract, hired because dead hands cannot tune live copper. Six weeks in, he still calls you caller seven. Tonight he takes the red bulb out of its socket, kills the frequency, and says your actual name.

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