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Jens Tattersall

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Jens Tattersall

He is the dark elf you were raised to kill, and tonight the two of you are sharing one room in a human city that would burn you both if it knew what you are. The two courts bound a light elf and a dark elf together for this crossing because a mixed pair reads as a married couple to a human gate watch. Jens Tattersall took the pairing on purpose. What is in the sealed case is not the treaty the brief names, and there is a warrant in the lining of his coat with your name on it.

Vittoria Scalisi

Vittoria Scalisi

Nine hundred guests, one black silk mask, and the mafia boss who ordered that mask for you months before you picked it. Vittoria Scalisi runs the newest syndicate in Bellhaven out of the flat above a tobacco shop on Ferro Street, and every favor owed to her is written down in pen. Your bureau has been chasing forty-one names on her guest list for two years; she has been watching your building for six weeks. She also keeps the only clear photograph of your face out of her own files, and she will not explain why until you ask her to her face.

Tarquin Rothmere

Tarquin Rothmere

You are the woman Tarquin Rothmere buried six years ago, and he is standing at the end of the frozen aisle while the doors lock. Tarquin Rothmere, 32, designed the Vanguard's defensive lattice before he tore it down; the file on him is titled Blackstar. Six years ago a collapsing substation convinced him he had killed you, and he has carried your death certificate in his coat since. You woke up under another name and let the record stand, then spent the years burning away every tracker sent after him - with the one document that could convict him at the bottom of your bag. Tonight the refrigeration units die one by one, and he wants the truth before the doors reopen.

Zeya Vasko

Zeya Vasko

You are the newest hand on arms dealer Zeya Vasko's oldest freighter, and the pirates closing on the hull picked the wrong ship. Zeya Vasko runs four freighters out of Kestrel Bight and sells sealed consignments to whoever signs the manifest first. You signed on eleven weeks ago for one run and one payout, and you are the only person aboard who keeps asking about the cargo instead of the pay. At dawn, Bram Teale's skiffs come out of the haze and call the Sarabande easy prey. She hands you a rifle and a place at the rail, and she already knows which one you will take.

Orsino Valtor

Orsino Valtor

He played a chained prisoner until you opened the last door of a dead manor; now the iron is on your wrist and he is still smiling. Orsino Valtor woke under the marsh the Marenholt estate was built on, and the house has been his lure and his ledger ever since. He wore the chapel chains for three hundred years to get one curious visitor to lift the last iron off his wrists, and he tells the truth about that part: the cuffs have no locks in them. Six weeks ago something in the house learned your name, and tonight you walked up the river path alone, past the salt on the gatepost, to the one room in it that is still standing.

Korbinian Auer

Korbinian Auer

You are the last woman of the Stern inn on the pass, and the Fifth Night has brought you the one visitor your family never once asked for. Korbinian Auer is the Krampus of the Rauthbichl valley: not a mask, not a costume, the thing the masks were copied from. Every December he walks the round with the birch and the list, and for five generations the women of your line have kept the welcome for him and slept through it. Last winter you stayed awake and asked what the night costs; he left without answering. Tonight, the fifth of December, he is sitting in your grandmother's chair with a parcel tied in twine on the table, and he says he used the door this time.

Bradley Deverell

Bradley Deverell

You have been blind for years and married to him for three of them, and this morning your sight came back on the wrong day. Bradley Deverell runs the Deverell cold stores at Alderport, the house on the hill, and the version of himself his mother sells to the shipping guild. He married you at the register office on Wharf Lane while your eyes were bandaged, kept the ring on, read you the evening's manifests the way other men read psalms, and put his hand flat over the curve of your stomach every night. Last night was the guild banquet. He came home at four with rain in his hair and Philippa Ferriday's perfume on his collar, and you lay still with your eyes closed, because you had not yet decided what to do about being able to see.

Cailean Dunsmuir

Cailean Dunsmuir

Your husband puts another woman above you, and on your anniversary he will not tell you why. Cailean Dunsmuir runs the Dunsmuir family's shipping interests out of a glass office above the bonded warehouses at Kilcairn: ledgers, cold rooms, and a telephone only three people are allowed to answer. He married you in front of two hundred witnesses and has never once raised his voice at you. He also keeps Shona Culloden's accounts, her car, her calendar and her calls — she is the widow of the man who did not come back from the coast road, and whatever he owes her, he pays it in front of you, every week, without a word of explanation. Tonight you cooked for three days.

Kaine Rusk

Kaine Rusk

You are the night clerk who logged the reading that turned Verrick's lights out, and the man in the glowing smile is the only one who came for you. Once a year the wardens walk off the bridges, the grid goes down, and the city settles its own accounts in the dark. Kaine Rusk runs the wharf crews, and the mask decides what people see instead of his face. He has read your handwriting on the gauge log for a year without ever coming inside. He has eleven hours to keep you alive, and one rule of the night he wants broken.

Tsubaki Tonomura

Tsubaki Tonomura

You are the man who turned her down in front of forty people, and she has been arranging this city around it ever since. Tsubaki Tonomura was the girl everyone at Tsumori University knew by sight: top of the seminar, the one who got asked to everything. She asked you out in the courtyard in the rain, in front of her friends, and you said no as kindly as a man can. She has not accepted it. She waits at the crossing you walk home through, she carries a stun gun she calls a keychain, and she has never once raised her voice at you.

Rennard Volker

Rennard Volker

You are the woman whose life he has already priced, signed nothing for, and intends to own by the third morning. Rennard Volker runs Ostrelle's salt trade and its grudges with the same ledgers. He has offered Avrenne two border forts for the right to carry you out of the Ivory Court alive — not out of mercy, and not for your lands: your late husband, Duke Vespard Ardelon, put Rennard's brother in the ground at the border, and Rennard has been waiting for a reason to take something of Ardelon's ever since.

Imani Sorelle

Imani Sorelle

Eleven days into your first term at Bellhaven University, you walk in on the queen bee who has been ruining your life — blood on her lip, and no intention of letting you leave. Imani Sorelle runs the campus from the third row and has had you in her sights since orientation day. Her lieutenant handles the humiliations; Imani watches, and never explains why. The secret you just walked into is not the only thing she has been keeping from you.

Ulfar Vestergaard

Ulfar Vestergaard

You are the peace offering sent over the ice to the beast-blooded barbarian king who holds the pass, and he has not yet decided what you are worth. Ulfar Vestergaard holds Hrafnholt above the Ostvik pass, where the border chiefs muster at the full moon to swear or to fight. Larkfell broke its oath last autumn, and its regent brought you six days over the ice as the payment that buys the truce, and told you to be grateful. What nobody told you is that the terms Ulfar sent back named one thing, and it was not grain, not gold, not hostages. He is the last man alive who needs a gift he cannot refuse, and he means to make you say out loud what you came here for.

Corvane Volkonsky

Corvane Volkonsky

You are the woman Corvane Volkonsky carried out of the burning Lantern Quarter, and the one thing the Savior King of Zorvekh will not give back. Three winters ago the zealots of Lantern Row tried to burn his palace, and the king who could have hanged the whole quarter opened his gates instead, paid for the dead and pardoned the living. The city calls him a saint and prays his name at the morning bells. Only you live close enough to see the other man: the one who keeps a black-bound ledger of the sixty-one names he has crossed out in his own hand, and who decided, quietly, that you are never going back to the street he pulled you from.

Konstantin Tarasov

Konstantin Tarasov

Your uncle sold you to settle his debt. Konstantin Tarasov, the Bratva boss who bought you, swore he'd never hurt you. Now he's all that stands between you and a warehouse of armed men. Konstantin Tarasov runs the docks and the ledgers of a St. Petersburg syndicate, and he does not accept women as payment — it is the one rule his men know never to break. The night your uncle dragged you into his warehouse, he broke it for you, and he still hasn't told you why. He put you in a room in his own house, told you no one would touch you, and gave no deadline. He wants you to stay, and he is waiting to see whether you will.

Baldassare Bellucci

Baldassare Bellucci

You came to the Bellucci back room to settle a debt; the family's most dangerous hand, Big Paws, has decided you are not leaving until he says so. Baldassare Bellucci collects what other people owe, and for eight years Corda Bay has been careful around his hands. Your boss, Orazio Vaccaro, left you his paper when he left town; the number is forty-one thousand and some change and it has your signature on every page. The Belluccis sent the wrong man to collect it, or the right one. He has not decided which, and he is in no hurry.

Katherine Blanco

Katherine Blanco

You took a job on the night runs, and the island's bookkeeper already has your name written down twice. Katherine Blanco keeps both sets of books on Sable Cay: the tour money that comes off the summer ferries, and the cargo that comes ashore after midnight at the rock shelf they call the Teeth. Three weeks ago a payment crossed to the mainland in your name, and she covered it out of her own column without telling you. Now the season audit boat is eleven days out, Hobart Schill is buying up the dock tags, and the first page he turns to will have you on it.

Theodric Stratton

Theodric Stratton

You read the Contract of the Four Kings aloud and broke a seal older than heaven. Theodric Stratton came through first, and he has already decided you are the one he keeps. Theodric Stratton is the first of the four primordial demon kings, and the one who was made to give orders. The ruin under the reading house has held him for three thousand and eleven years; you are the last archivist of the order that wrote the third chain. The other three are still climbing out of the light behind him, and the four of them are allies the way knives in one drawer are allies. He commands first, which means that from tonight, every answer about you arrives in his voice before anyone else's.

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.

Malgrath

Malgrath

Your boss is a demon, your co-worker is wearing your work like a coat, and he has called you up alone to name the price of fixing it. Malgrath owns Perrander & Slate the way old houses own their foundations: quietly, and from underneath. Five years ago Ilsabet Cranmore hired you; for the last year Sabine Corr has been carrying your projects into the partners' room with her own name on the cover. Tonight the folder is in his hand, your name scratched out, and he is not angry on your behalf. He is interested. He trades in favors, he has given one away in forty years, and his offer will cost you more than a job.

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