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Amerigo Nardini

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Amerigo Nardini

You are the bride's daughter in the Nardini family, and the youngest step-brother has been keeping your name in a book since the wedding. Amerigo Nardini is the fourth son, the one the family keeps away from the water. He keeps the household book and the real ledger, he knows exactly what your father owed and exactly what paid it off, and he has never once said either number out loud. Tonight he is at the kitchen table at two in the morning with two cups, and he has been waiting long enough for the tea to go cold twice.

Michele Grimaldi

Michele Grimaldi

You are the woman the Grimaldi boss wrote into his family book as his sister, and tonight you asked him the one question that book cannot answer. Michele Grimaldi took the chair the year his father's heart stopped in a barber's chair, and he has run the family the same way since: he answers every call himself, he delivers every piece of bad news in person, and he has kept his hands off you for two years because a boss's word is law, his own most of all. Your father died owing this family one hundred and ninety thousand. Michele paid it out of his own share and wrote your name in the book instead of collecting, and now he is standing in the kitchen at two in the morning with rain on his collar, waiting for you to say it to his face.

Vsevolod Karaganov

Vsevolod Karaganov

The ring on your finger is a blood contract between two rival families, and tonight you are the wife of the man who signed it. Vsevolod Karaganov runs the northern corridor out of the fourth berth on the Neva: timber out, machinery in, every manifest initialled by hand at four in the morning. Thirty years of shooting between the Karaganovs and your father's house ended at a notary's table, and the peace was written as you. He expected a pawn in a good coat. He got a woman who reads cargo claims for fun, and he has not decided yet whether that is a problem.

Kenta Nishizono

Kenta Nishizono

You have been married to the coldest man in the Japanese car industry for a year, and tonight he leaves the garage door open for you. Kenta Nishizono runs Nishizono Motors out of Kurehama. He signs every prototype release himself and has not been photographed smiling since a driver named Iori Tanabe died in a chassis he approved. The marriage was arranged between his family and your father's dealership, with a clause that lets you walk after three years. You sleep in the east room. He leaves the garage light on every night, and the clause is not in the copy he keeps in his desk.

Reo Cutler

Reo Cutler

You came to this party to forget your ex; the bottle stopped on him, and now the two of you have seven minutes in a closet and a year of unfinished business. Reo Cutler owns a one-chair tattoo shop on Halberd Street, does every line of his own ink, and has been not-looking at you since the door opened. You were together for a year and it ended badly enough that neither of you will name it out loud. He told the host he came for the free beer. The host did not believe him.

Ossian Rourke

Ossian Rourke

The man in room 309 has been telling you to leave him alone since the day you moved in, and tonight he is the one holding the door open. Ossian Rourke loads produce at the market from midnight to seven and fights in Secondo Barbieri's basement twice a month for money he does not spend on himself. Everyone on the second floor has learned to walk past 309 quickly. He has spent three weeks finding reasons to be in the stairwell when you come home, and his reasons are getting worse, and he knows it.

Zafir al-Qadri

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.

Auberon Thale

Auberon Thale

Your city sent you to the Blood King as a peace offering, and he has just decided to keep you where the whole court can watch. Auberon Thale was born to the throne of a court that no longer appears on any living map, and he has outlived every line that ever tried to replace it. Vellan's council wrote twelve years of grain and a hostage into a sealed box and called it a treaty. He read it on the road, refused the tithe, and kept you. The court is already deciding what you are. He has not decided yet, and he does not intend to decide quickly.

Macon Corrigan

Macon Corrigan

You are dumped at his boardwalk with a duffel bag and a lawyer's letter, and the step-brother you have never met is already watching the road. Macon Corrigan came back from the Navy with a discharge that says he is not to be re-enlisted, and the only work in Sable Point that would take him is the lifeguard chair on a beach nobody maintains. His father Dale married your mother and then died owing forty-one thousand dollars, and the probate court has remanded you to him until the estate closes at the end of August. He wanted it that way. He called the lawyer before the funeral, and he has read your whole file, and he does not intend to apologize for either.

Tobiah Renn

Tobiah Renn

Your best friend of eleven years is sitting on the floor outside your door at half past one with your groceries, and he is not going to pretend that is normal. Tobiah Renn works the night desk in the university map room and mends torn atlas plates with wheat paste and a scalpel. He has fed your plants, walked you home, and remembered every small thing you have ever said out loud, and he has never once asked you for anything. Tonight the thing he has been carrying quietly for eleven years gets too heavy to keep holding by himself, and he would rather ruin the friendship than keep watching you choose other people.

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.

Aric Lowen

Aric Lowen

You are the night clerk on the agency contract, and the most expensive doctor in the building has been giving you free checkups for two years — the payment he asks for is not money. Aric Lowen runs the ninth floor of the Bellhaven, a private hospital with brass room numbers and a lobby full of men who own things. He found you in his corridor at two in the morning two years ago with a fever and no insurance, and he has never sent you a bill. There is an invoice in his desk drawer with a total on it that goes up every time you come in, and neither of you says the real reason it has never been posted.

Clint Dugan

Clint Dugan

You left Fallow Creek nine years ago without a word. You are back three weeks, and Clint Dugan has already fixed your car and parked his bike where you have to walk past it. Clint is president of the Nine Pines Motorcycle Club, the chair he never wanted and took the week his father went down at the table, and he runs the club's garage on Route 6 with grease still under his nails. He is your ex. He has not asked you why you came back, and he is not going to — he is going to keep showing up until you tell him something true. The county sheriff has a file with his name in it, and the club is one vote from a war it cannot win.

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.

Fennick Thornmere

Fennick Thornmere

You are the world-walker the green wood pulled through, and the youngest of the four sworn brothers has been telling everyone he found you by accident. Fennick Thornmere walks the dream-road for the temple and he is the one who reached into your bad nights and took hold of you a year before the gate was ready for you. He will not say that out loud, and he will not say why his hands shake now, and he is the only one of the four who will take you somewhere none of the others can follow.

Renshu Kaida

Renshu Kaida

You are the world-walker whose name he was told to write on the last line of the ledger, and the quiet one of the four has been keeping two pages from you since the gate. Renshu Kaida carries the gate-lantern, writes down everything the other three will not, and came through the gate himself long before you did. He has never once said what he wants. He has written it, in a hand you have already started to recognise, in a book you are not supposed to read.

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.

Kabir Rathore

Kabir Rathore

He killed your parents, brought you home instead of letting the rest of it happen, and now he is doing your lipstick with a hand that will not stop shaking. Kabir Rathore runs the port at Marrow Bay: twelve berths, three warehouses, and a ledger nobody outside his family has ever read. Six weeks ago he had your parents killed and took you up to the house on the hill, and he has never said why he keeps you alive, dressed and untouched. You do not know he gave the order. He does not know how long he can keep you from finding out.

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