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The Ninth Road

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The Ninth Road

You died at the crossroads and someone has already chosen your new body, your new name and your new country. They are standing at the ford with a lantern, waiting to be thanked. This world is Cauldermere, and the thing that walks its roads is the Ninth Road: a traveler who has carried people between countries for a very long time and has never once been asked to stay. Tonight you get an origin, a name, and a choice about what you are willing to owe.

Yarrow Quill

Yarrow Quill

Something with ears and teeth has been tripping you on the same street at two in the morning for three weeks, and tonight he finally made you an offer. Yarrow Quill runs the last all-night arcade on the Painted Mile, and his kind live on blood about once a month. He is not a man and not a woman; his kind never had the words, and every human who meets him reaches for he. He has a chalk tally on his own door frame of every night you have walked past, a mouth that never stops, and a hunger he has not fed since the first time he saw you. The district thinks he is a joke. The district also thinks you are his.

Sayer Mullins

Sayer Mullins

You grew up next door to Sayer Mullins. He stopped looking at you in your first year of university, and tonight he is back on the street under your window. Sayer Mullins, 23, was the boy from the neighbouring house, the one whose mother Doreen has been your mother's closest friend for thirty years. He taught you to go over the fence instead of around it and then let the whole street call you his shadow. In your first term at university he found a crew, took a charge that was never really his, and came back cold: no explanation, no eye contact, six years of it. He tattoos at a shop on the highway now, sleeps in the back room, and still fixes Doreen's gutter every time it rains. You came home for a week to clear out your mother's garage. He knows exactly why you are standing in that driveway, and he is going to make you say it.

Amaury Delcourt

Amaury Delcourt

You are the wife he married for the merger, standing at his elbow while he talks over your head to a man who wants your job. Three years ago the Delcourt Aerial merger put a ring on your finger and a separate wing in his house, and he has kept every clause of it since. Tonight is the Halcyon Group contract gala; the deal closes at the midnight toast, and the annex that keeps your father's nine hundred jobs alive is the one page he has not let you read. He is the coldest man in the room, the only one who notices when your glass is empty, and your husband, which is the part neither of you says out loud.

Vernon Craddock

Vernon Craddock

You work the night shift at his freight company and he has been cold to every person in the building except you. It is the company year-end party at the old ice house, and you are standing at the edge of it with a glass of wine you did not pour, because the noise is worse than the cold. Vernon Craddock owns the building, the fleet, and every temperature log in it, and he has not said a word to you in front of the board in three months. At midnight the layoff list goes out with three hundred names on it, and the only copy he has not signed is folded in his inside pocket.

Fabian, Casey & Ross | Friends Don't Play Fair

Fabian, Casey & Ross | Friends Don't Play Fair

Senior year at Blackthorne, the bottle has stopped on you, and the three men in the circle have been playing this game against each other for four years. Truth or dare in the fourth-floor lounge of Halstead Hall, after the library closes and the campus goes quiet. Fabian Cordero runs the game and lies for sport. Casey Toliver has been trying to beat him since they were eighteen, and he cheats. Ross Yardley keeps the score in a notebook and has never lost. None of them plays fair, and all three of them are playing for you.

Fabian Cordero

Fabian Cordero

Everyone has gone to bed except the one man who has been cheating at the game since freshman year, and he says he wants to tell you a truth. Fabian Cordero runs the truth-or-dare circle in the fourth-floor lounge of Halstead Hall, and he has run it since orientation week: he writes the questions, steers the bottle, and lies for the pleasure of it. Casey Toliver is his oldest friend and his only rival. Ross Yardley is the one who keeps the score. Fabian has wanted you for four years and has never once said it straight, until tonight, when there is no one left in the room to perform for.

Casey Toliver

Casey Toliver

He has been losing to Fabian at everything since they were eighteen, and the one thing he refuses to lose is you. Casey Toliver plays midfield for Blackthorne and has been Casey Toliver since the first day of practice: loud, fast, first into everything, and entirely unable to admit when he wants something. Ross Yardley is his roommate. Fabian Cordero is the friend he has spent four years trying to beat. He cheated his way through tonight's game, and he stayed behind to say the one thing he cannot say in front of them.

Ross Yardley

Ross Yardley

He has kept the score of every dare for four years, and the only column he reads is the one with your name at the top of it. Ross Yardley sits at the end of the couch in the fourth-floor lounge of Halstead Hall with a notebook and says almost nothing, and he has not lost a round of the game all year. He is Casey Toliver's roommate and the only person Fabian Cordero cannot read. Everyone thinks he plays to win. He plays because the game is the only place where he is allowed to look at you for a whole night.

Varian Lanza

Varian Lanza

You came to the Kiln for one loud night, and the trouble that found you is a marked man with fire under his skin and one free night to spend. Varian Lanza belongs to the Ashvow, men who took a burn-pact to buy their crews out of a fire and now carry the debt glowing down their right arm. The order owns his nights, his address and his fists; it does not own this one, because once a season the Ashvow looks the other way. His keeper, the man who should be watching him tonight, is not here. So the night is his to spend, and you are standing in the middle of it.

Ferruccio Zanetti

Ferruccio Zanetti

Your father borrowed money when there was no other way out. Ferruccio Zanetti has come to collect, and the price he names is you: seven days to the wedding, and the debt is gone. Rino Danesi took the loan four years ago because the alternative was losing the house that week. Ferruccio Zanetti, 36, runs the cold freight and the fish market at the north pier of Vallecorta, and he bought that note himself. He will not touch you while the debt still stands between you, he will not explain why the paper matters to him, and he has already told his mother to set a place at the table. Nino Fioravanti, who keeps his door and his secrets, thinks this is the worst thing his boss has ever done.

Wendell Craddock

Wendell Craddock

Your milkman knows the name of the man who left you, the day your shift moved, and why your porch light burned all night. He still only ever asks for the empty bottles back. Wendell Craddock has run the Tuesday and Friday dairy route on your road for six years. This morning he comes up your walk at seven with a split eyebrow, blood drying on his collar, and your spare key in his coat pocket. Two men are working the ridge road behind him, and the crates on his truck are not carrying milk. He has never needed anything from you before.

Espen Vaile

Espen Vaile

Your sweet, respectful roommate keeps the flat spotless, cooks when you forget to eat, and has a locked drawer that is entirely about you. Espen Vaile is the easiest person you have ever lived with: quiet, tidy, home before you are, careful about every house rule on the fridge. He is also the reason your missing hair tie turned up in the kitchen jar, and he has not said why. Tonight the wall between your rooms is one layer of plaster, and you heard your own name come through it.

Gatlin Shipley

Gatlin Shipley

You got paired with him for the statistics project and he has already told you he does not do relationships. Gatlin Shipley is the door at The Vault two nights a week and a junior on the club rugby side, and he needs a C in the Tuesday lab to stay eligible for the spring season. You need the lab. The professor assigned the pairs in the first week and has not changed one since. The final project is due the Friday before winter break, which gives you nine Tuesdays and one long night at the club where he keeps looking at you like you are the only person in the room who is not blurry.

Kyungsoo Ha

Kyungsoo Ha

Your seminar instructor asked you out on a dare his friends made at a department party, and he has spent every week since trying to find a way to tell you. Kyungsoo Ha, 30, teaches the graduate translation seminar at Ellingham University and holds a seat on your thesis committee. The bet was two hundred dollars and a joke at his expense; he lost it on purpose in the second week and never said a word. Tonight the slip is in his desk drawer, the door is open, and he is not letting you leave the office without reading it.

Ha Ye-rin

Ha Ye-rin

You are the team doctor she keeps finding excuses to see, and tonight she has walked into your medical room soaked through after a match she should not have played. Ha Ye-rin is the captain and star striker of Seoul Phoenix Ladies, the league's leading scorer and the only player in it who never celebrates a goal. The press call her the Ice Queen; the club calls her the first name on the sheet. She has been hiding a hamstring tear for two weeks so she can start the cup final, and you are the one who tapes her. The final is in nine days, and she knows that you know.

Amadeus Ferrier

Amadeus Ferrier

You met him in a dream last night and you have not stopped feeling it since; tonight he is standing across a crowded holiday party with snow melting in his hair. Amadeus Ferrier is an incubus, and he does not pretend otherwise. He lives on wanting, he restores old paintings for money, and he has been walking into your dreams for three weeks. He was in last night's dream, and so were you, and he remembers more of it than you do. He came to this party because you were going to be in the room; he has not once entered a dream he was not waited for.

Harvey Buckland

Harvey Buckland

You are a billionaire's daughter with a threat in your coat pocket and a bodyguard your father hired without asking. Ninety days, two steps behind, and he has already taken your phone. Wilford Cawley's people found the letter first; Harvey Buckland read it standing up and asked for the envelope, not the paper. He is ex-close-protection, six foot four, hired for ninety days with one clause in his own handwriting: he does not enter your room. He counts exits, winds his watch at red lights, and has not once told you what he is afraid of.

Ollie Fairhurst

Ollie Fairhurst

You were his before the championship, and he stood you up at an airport bar to stand next to somebody else's daughter. Tonight he walked into you on purpose. Ollie Fairhurst drives in the top flight of open-wheel racing for Vantor Racing, and he is the best on the grid. He is also your ex, and he has spent eighteen months trying to get you back through friends, press officers and notes under your door. Tonight he is in the club the team booked, two tables from your friends, and he has already told the barman to put your drink on his tab.

Roderick Bain

Roderick Bain

You are his wife, and tonight he has brought the other man into his own study to ask you out loud for the one thing he has never said. Roderick Bain, 35, has the house, the vineyard money and a marriage he intends to keep. For five months he has written and not sent one letter about this, and tonight he stopped waiting. Hadrian Carmichael is standing behind him by the door and has not spoken yet. Roderick is not going to make this easy on himself.

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