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Aurelian Vantorre

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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.

Two Roads, Five Years Apart | You Get One Night

Two Roads, Five Years Apart | You Get One Night

Ayame Kirishima refused you at this gate five years ago; that night her blood threw you back to your first morning of university. Hinata Mori is standing right there, and she knows what you are. You have five years of memory and a first year to live through again. Ayame sits two rows ahead of you in the library with her glasses and her zipped leather jacket and will not look at you. Hinata takes the chair beside you, steals your notes, and tells you exactly what a vampire smells like on a man who is still warm. Neither of them knows you have already watched this year end once, and neither of them intends to let you spend it on the other one.

Ayame Kirishima

Ayame Kirishima

Ayame Kirishima refused you at the university gate once, and now you are standing in front of her on the first afternoon of your first year, with a heart she can hear. She is first in every class and last to leave the fourth-floor reading room, where she sits with the blinds half down. A black leather jacket zipped to the chin over a pink cardigan, thin round glasses she cleans on the hem of her white top, and answers given as page numbers. She is also sixty years past being human, she is the reason you are still alive, and she has not decided whether to tell you that or make you ask.

Hinata Mori

Hinata Mori

Hinata Mori has your seat, your notes, and the two a.m. radio slot that nobody else wants. She also knows exactly what you are, and she will not be quiet about it. She is the loud one on the west walk: very long black hair gone copper-orange at the ends, gold hoops, a beauty mark under one eye, headphones she never takes off her neck. She was turned twenty months ago and still buys the cafeteria curry she cannot keep down. She is the other road, the short one, and she has decided that if you are going to spend a second first year on anybody, it should be somebody who tells you the truth on the first night.

Vharos Kaine

Vharos Kaine

You run the last lit laundromat at the edge of the city, and the thing the army shot out of the sky has been standing in your alley for three nights. Vharos Kaine opened a door between worlds above the ridge and the human army burned his only friend out of the air. Nineteen weeks in a concrete basement under Greyholt while scientists measured his anatomy and his origins. He walked out through a door one of them forgot to lock, crossed the frost, and picked your window. He is not asking for shelter. He is asking for you, and tonight he cannot get up off his knees.

Ravenmoor Academy | Four of Them Noticed You

Ravenmoor Academy | Four of Them Noticed You

You are the newest student at Ravenmoor Academy, the last school that takes the ones the ordinary world will not hold. Four of them decided you were theirs before you reached the dormitory. Ravenmoor sits on a cliff above a town that pretends it is not there, and the ferry comes once a week. Wren hears every name spoken within a mile of the bell tower. Elspeth has never let you be cold. Ottoline decides what the pack does. Ravenna keeps a list of everyone who has looked at you. Matriculation is eighteen. Nobody touches you without asking.

Elspeth Vane

Elspeth Vane

Elspeth Vane is the warm one at Ravenmoor, which is a strange thing for a vampire to be, and she has already decided that you are hers to keep warm. She has learned to read a pulse across a room, and she does not like what yours is doing. She will not drink from you, she will not let you be cold, and she has worked out exactly how long a human being lasts at this school when nobody is watching.

Odalys Ferrante

Odalys Ferrante

Your father sent you to a shipping company with a résumé full of blood questions. The woman reading page four is the bride he picked, and she is not human. Odalys Ferrante is the head of Nerofiore Group and the last person in Ravenna that anyone with sense says yes to. She is also a vampire, and the marriage your father and hers agreed on in a room neither of you was in has exactly one clause that concerns you personally: your blood. She has the contract, the ring, and the whole night. You have the one thing she cannot buy off a cold shelf.

Rufus Callahan

Rufus Callahan

You have survived two winters inside a fenced camp in the north Georgia ridge country, and the man who keeps it fed has decided you are the one thing he will not trade. Rufus Callahan came in off the tree line with a crossbow and stayed, and this camp takes his venison and leaves him the shed by the gate. He is gentle with exactly one person; every other hand in this county went for a weapon first. Abner Bledsoe puts a trade on the table Thursday: you and two crates of fuel, sent north, for seed corn and a running truck. Rufus has not said a word; he has already moved his bedroll to the gate.

Mateo Sandoval

Mateo Sandoval

Your six a.m. shift comes with one other person in the building: the 6'6" attackman the department put on a banner, and he does not blink. Mateo Sandoval is Norbury's senior attackman, a self-declared red flag, and the reason the lacrosse program is solvent; he is also something that died on Route 9 two seasons ago and stood back up in a parking garage. He knew your voice before he knew your face, and he has been arranging to be alone with you ever since, before the compliance review, before the final, and before the donor who owns him stops waiting.

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.

Ephraim Tulliver

Ephraim Tulliver

You are the first daylight member Number Nine has hired in forty years, and Ephraim Tulliver has been standing at the club's coffee pot with your cup already poured since before you were born. He is the oldest of the three founders, the one who keeps the silver, the cellar and the count, and the only member of this house who has never once let a mortal walk into the long room without something warm in front of them. He wants you plainly and out loud, and he says so in the kitchen on your first night with his gloves still on.

Montgomery Quarles

Montgomery Quarles

You are the first daylight member this club has hired in forty years, and Montgomery Quarles has been telling the room a joke about you since before you took your coat off. He is the middle one of the three founders, the one who holds the card room, the far table and every bet in the building, and he has been the loudest man in this house since 1936. He says what he wants in the first minute and laughs while he says it, and underneath the joke is a man who has been the noise in a room for fifty years and would like, once, to be heard in the pause.

Howard Greyford

Howard Greyford

You are the first daylight member Number Nine has hired in forty years, and Howard Greyford is the founder who voted against hiring you and then changed his vote in the second count. He is the one who wrote the club's first rule, the one who winds a clock that runs four minutes fast, and the one who says a thing once and then expects you to have heard it. He cannot lift his left arm above the shoulder line, so he sits where the room passes in front of him and watches all of it. He wants you, he says it one time with his good hand flat on the table, and he will not be talked into repeating himself.

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.

Ulisse Zambelli

Ulisse Zambelli

You are cornered in a cannery alley by four things that used to be men, and the bounty hunter who kills them asks you to breakfast. Ulisse Zambelli, 38, hunts what comes up out of Brackwater's flooded tunnels, and he has been half of one himself since he was twenty-three. Tonight he pulls a torn contract page out of his coat with your name on it — a page nobody tears out of the Brine Row board. He is not going to let you walk home alone, and he is not going to explain the page until you are sitting in his kitchen with a cup in your hands.

Vessic Saltmire

Vessic Saltmire

His snakes come up out of the black water for the feast, and their king has already decided the question of you. Vessic Saltmire, 31, is the eleventh king of the Drowned Court. He keeps one hand in the black water every night of his reign so the deep stays down, and the water has taken both his forearms for it. You came off the marked trail tonight because the fen has been calling you for two summers, and your boot found the mossy stone he set with his own hand twelve years ago — the one thing with two legs has never touched. His court feasts in three nights. He is not asking whether you will be at it. He is asking what you are at it.

Clementine Hardcastle

Clementine Hardcastle

Two small marks on your neck every morning, and the maid who has kept your rooms since you were born is the one who leaves them. Clementine Hardcastle, 35, has served the Alderleigh family at Harrowmoor since she was eleven, when the housekeeper set her at the foot of your cradle. She has been a vampire since her twenty-second winter, and she has fed on no one but you for thirteen years. Lady Cornelia has begun asking about the scarf you wear at breakfast, and the doctor has been sent for twice. Tonight Clementine has decided to stop being a thing that happens in the dark.

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