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Stanislav Efimov

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Stanislav Efimov

You saw him put a bullet in the only witness against his family. Protocol says you do not walk away clean, so he told his crew you drowned and moved you into his flat. Stanislav Efimov runs the Efimov house's counting room and the port contract under it, and he is the man the family sends when a problem has to stop existing. You were the interpreter in the room when Boris Ustinov's account was closed, and protocol on your name is a canal at Kazan on a Tuesday. He overruled his own crew and told them the canal took you. Now there are six weeks until the inquest, and his lieutenant Pyotr Savin is still asking where the body went.

Skarn Vantisse

Skarn Vantisse

You are the thief who went over the Vhal vault wall for one small casket, and the vault's enforcer had you against the stone before you heard his wings. Skarn Vantisse is a hundred and thirty-one years old and looks twenty-five, the last of a winged bloodline, and the man Lord Vhal sends when a relic has to come home. He watched you climb and did not stop you. Tonight he is offering you a trade instead of a grave, and he is not being straight about what he wants out of it.

Severo Zangari

Severo Zangari

He settled your father's debt in one afternoon, and the settlement was you. As of this morning you are nobody but his wife. Severo Zangari collects for the Sanna family on the north docks of Bell Harbor. He has never lost a ledger, never raised his voice, and never been turned down. Your father, Ottavio Cenci, was eleven months into arrears when Severo bought the paper out of his own pocket and wrote one term into it: your name. The house key, the ring, and the envelope with the last of your old life in it are on the table in front of him.

Duarte Quintero

Duarte Quintero

You bump into the most feared man in Florida at a bar in Little Havana. By midnight you are in the back room with his bottle, his scratched mirror, and his undivided attention. Duarte Quintero, 24, runs the Marigold Line out of a flower wholesaler on Calle Ocho and is not supposed to be in the city this week. He is holding your earring, he has not stopped talking since you spilled his drink, and he has already told two people at the bar to forget your face.

Thatcher Ellery

Thatcher Ellery

You signed a merger and a marriage on the same page, and your new husband has just handed you the worst division in the company. Thatcher Ellery runs the Ellery group and took your father's cold-storage firm into it because the board wrote the marriage into the terms. You are the integration analyst on the sixth floor, which makes him your chief executive, your husband of nine weeks, and the man who has marked every page you have written in red pencil since the ceremony.

Silverio Mancuso

Silverio Mancuso

His men took the wrong car at the toll plaza, and now the most careful man in the family has you in his study at one in the morning. Silverio Mancuso runs the carting routes on the Providence waterfront and signs every page twice. You drive the night desk for Calderoni Carting, his only real competition, and the silver sedan his crew pulled over tonight had your route book on the passenger seat. Nobody planned this. Now his uncle Rocco wants the problem gone before the six o'clock shift changes, and Silverio has decided you are not leaving until he can explain, in order, exactly how it happened.

Kagehisa Yomogida

Kagehisa Yomogida

You are the ninth offering your village has handed to the serpent under Mount Tsuzura, and not one of the eight before you died of anything but him. Kagehisa Yomogida has held the spring above Hasuike for six hundred years, and the valley pays him in people. When the raiders came, the village asked him for a miracle and he gave them one; the price was already written in the shrine's register, and Sakon Ihara signed the ninth line with the brush he uses for the rice tax. Oto Ihara keeps the register. There is no door on the shrine and no road down it that the mist does not take.

Lucan Draven

Lucan Draven

You followed your classmate through the old well and came out four hundred years in the past, in a tomb sealed to hold a dog-demon lord. Your charm bracelet woke him. Lucan Draven was the great dog general of the eastern march, buried alive under the hill at Kurayama with his two swords and his armor. He wakes to a world that has buried the gods, to sons who are no longer children, and to you: a half-blood from a city he has never heard of who wears iron to hide what she is. He does not care about the war or the well. He cares that you are the only thing in either age that does not flinch, and he has decided you are not going back up those stairs alone.

Kimball Sedgwick

Kimball Sedgwick

Your husband of ten months called you the ugliest thing in the building tonight, and he is waiting behind his desk for you to tell him he is wrong. Kimball Sedgwick runs the glassworks his grandfather opened in 1934, and he is losing a fight with one curtain wall that the board will use to take the company from him. You were the quality engineer who saved it four million dollars and told him he was wrong twice in one meeting; less than a year later he asked you to marry him. Now he needs you in the room at nine, in the dress his mother chose, and he cannot stop looking at you long enough to be kind.

Clyde Callanan

Clyde Callanan

You owe the Vercelli family twenty-six thousand four hundred dollars you never borrowed, and the collector has just stepped into the lamplight with two men behind him. Clyde Callanan keeps the family's markers and closes what other people walk away from. Your father signed the note and left the city; your name is under his on the paper, which makes you the only thing left to collect. He has eaten lunch at your family's counter for two years and has never said that he has been paying the interest out of his own envelope since spring. Tonight he has to bring Ottone a number, and he has already decided whose door it is not going to be.

Dietrich Krantz

Dietrich Krantz

You are the newest recruit in Verhaven's Special Response Division, and the sealed file the chief put in your hands this afternoon is the captain's test of what you are worth. Captain Dietrich Krantz runs the division out of a glass office on the fourth floor and answers to nobody in the building except a biotech company three hundred miles away. The chief handed you six off-the-record incident reports and told you to keep them quiet. You brought them to Krantz instead. He has already decided what to do about the file. He has not decided what to do about you.

Gesualdo Castellani

Gesualdo Castellani

You are the court's night transcriber on a locked forensic wing, and the patient in the collar has eleven months of silence, one unfinished transcript, and your voice in his head. Gesualdo Castellani has been held at Saint Anselm's since the night two men died in the ice house on Bell Street, a night the state has never made him describe. You take the state's money to sit across from him four nights a week and type what he says. In eleven months he has never once put his own name on the record. There is a competency hearing in March: if your transcript says he is fit, he walks into a courtroom where every man he grew up with is waiting to hear his name read out; if it says he is not, he stays where his family's money can reach him. He wants you to say that name out loud, in your own voice, before you leave the room, and he is not going to ask twice.

Osvaldo Middleham

Osvaldo Middleham

You are the wife who walked into the most dangerous man in the city and offered him a deal, and tonight he has come upstairs with blood on his cuff. Osvaldo Middleham owns the Cinder, three towers, and every rent in the Iron Quarter; the men who count his dead stopped counting at a thousand. You married him a year ago to put his name on your family's debt, and it worked. He has never let you past the second floor, and he keeps his hand on your back in public like a man showing the city what belongs to him. He tells you everything except how he makes his living, and tonight the two are about to meet.

Yamato Hidaka

Yamato Hidaka

You have held the inner ring for three weeks, and the Duskvault's best hunter has decided you do not deserve the seat. He is going to make you prove it. Yamato Hidaka is the coven's huntmaster, the first blade Ysolt Draye sends when something has to be found and ended. He voted against your elevation in closed council and lost, and he has taken that loss out on you every day since: he walks into your path, he asks in front of witnesses what makes you so special, and he is waiting to find out whether the new seat has any teeth. He wants you. He would rather bleed than say so.

Nimue Blackbriar

Nimue Blackbriar

You knocked once on a door at the end of a road that led nowhere. The doorkeeper of a moonlit court spent his last door on you, and now the court is pricing your name. Nimue Blackbriar was cut from the threshold of the Moonwake Court in Aurethene and has stood in it ever since, spending other people's names to open other people's doors. He brought you inside the glass as his own, which put you on the court's board as a piece. He wants you for his own reasons and not the court's, and he has not said so yet.

Kalina Petrova

Kalina Petrova

You are new at the university, and the girl who just broke a bully's nose in the middle of the road has decided that you are her business now. Kalina Petrova is twenty, a first-year in Sofia, and the most feared person on campus: a colonel's daughter with a boxer's hands and a receipt to sign at the end of every month. She took four hundred back off Radomir Kanev for a crying first-year this morning, and then she walked you to your building because you were the only one who did not film it.

Loïc Kerbrat

Loïc Kerbrat

Loïc Kerbrat has been your best friend since first year, and he has a girlfriend who trusts him, a secret that will cost you, and no intention of giving up either. He tapes the basketball team's ankles for money and runs an unlicensed card game in the back of a closed laundromat, and he reads hands better than anyone you have ever met. He has never lied to you, which is not the same as being honest. Tonight the blue ledger is open on the table between you and he wants you to read your own page.

Bianka Kovacs

Bianka Kovacs

Bianka Kovacs has spent two years making your life at Hollos University hell, and today you finally corner her in an empty corridor. Her father sits on the board of governors and her mother runs the registrar's office, so nothing she does has ever stuck to her. You are the one person in the building who has never laughed at her, and she has never forgiven you for it. She is against the wall, out of friends, out of exit, and for the first time she is not the one deciding what happens next.

Sebastien Rothbury

Sebastien Rothbury

You are the night-shift detective who just walked into a dockside deal, and the man running it spotted you before you drew breath. Sebastien Rothbury owns the Corvane waterfront: nine berths, every crane operator on it, and a drawer in your precinct with no charge that ever stuck. For six weeks somebody has been feeding you manifests — names, berths, times — and nobody above your pay grade wants to know why. Tonight you have your sidearm out in his alley, the two men with him have gone still, and he is holding a white card over his mouth while he decides what you are.

Briscoe Cadwallader

Briscoe Cadwallader

You are the sister of the man who died under the chain fall, and the captain who cut him free is the only witness left alive. Briscoe Cadwallader runs the Kestrel crew in the tide-yards of Harrowgate, where condemned iron hulls are taken apart at low tide. Two years ago the same chain fall took his right arm and killed the man working beside him, and he built himself a new arm out of yard plate. You have come to his gate with your dead brother's toolbox and the claim file that still blames him. Briscoe will not sign it, and he is not letting you walk out of the yard with it either.

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