{"product_id":"the-shadow-queen-isbn-9780451462862","title":"The Shadow Queen","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn a tumultuous world ruled by witches and warlocks who wear their power as jewels, one Queen’s chance at redemption is the last hope for a desperate people in this novel set in the world of the Black Jewels...\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTheran Grayhaven is the last of his line, desperate to restore the land of Dena Nehele. But first he needs to find a Queen who knows Protocol, remembers the Blood’s code of honor, and lives by the Old Ways.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Languishing in the Shadow Realm, Lady Cassidy is a Queen without a court, a castoff. But when she is chosen to rule Dena Nehele, she must convince bitter men to serve once again.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Theran’s cousin Gray is a Warlord Prince who was damaged in mind and body by the vicious Queens who once ruled Dena Nehele. Yet something about Cassidy makes him want to serve—and makes him believe he can be made whole once again.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e And only Cassidy can prove to Gray—and to herself—that wounds can heal and even the whisper of a promise can be fulfilled...\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eThe Shadow Queen\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A strong romantic fantasy.”—Alternative Worlds\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Anne Bishop does not disappoint. I have not read a book of hers that did not immediately captivate me and draw me immediately back into her world...[She] weaves her spell so well...Her characters seem so real and engaging.”—SF Revu\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Surges with spellcraft and engaging romance.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e “Black Jewel fans won’t want to miss this installment which offers a different look on the realms of the Blood.”—Dear Author \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Superb.”—Specusphere \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “In this stand-alone novel set in the evocative Black Jewels world, Bishop tackles surviving various horrors head-on...It’s a difficult subject, but one that Bishop writes about sensitively, with compassion and without blinking or pulling punches.”—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author \u003cb\u003eAnne Bishop \u003c\/b\u003eis a winner of the William L. Crawford Memorial Fantasy Award, presented by the International Association for the Fantastic in the Arts, for The Black Jewels Trilogy. She is also the author of the Ephemera series, the Tir Alainn trilogy, and the Novels of the Others—including \u003ci\u003eEtched in Bone\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eMarked in Flesh\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eVision in Silver\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eMurder of Crows\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eWritten in Red\u003c\/i\u003e. She lives in upstate New York.\u003cp\u003eTable of Contents\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTitle Page\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCopyright Page\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDedication\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAcknowledgements\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 1 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 2 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 3 - Ebon ASKAVI\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 4 - Ebon ASKAVI\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 5 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 6 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 7 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 8 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 9 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 10\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 11 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 12 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 13 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 14 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 15 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 16 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 17 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 18 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 19 - Ebon ASKAVI\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 21 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 22 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 23 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 24 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 25 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 26 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 27 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 28 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 29 - KAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 30 - TERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eALSO BY ANNE BISHOP\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Ephemera Series\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eSebastian\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eBelladonna\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Black Jewels Series\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eDaughter of the Blood\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eHeir to the Shadows\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eQueen of the Darkness\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Invisible Ring\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eDreams Made Flesh\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eTangled Webs\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Tir Alainn Trilogy\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003ePillars of the World\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eShadows and Light\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe House of Gaian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eROC \u003cbr\u003ePublished by New American Library, a division of \u003cbr\u003ePenguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, \u003cbr\u003eNew York, New York 10014, USA \u003cbr\u003ePenguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700,Toronto, \u003cbr\u003eOntario M4P 2Y3, Canada (a division of Pearson Penguin Canada Inc.) \u003cbr\u003ePenguin Books Ltd., 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England \u003cbr\u003ePenguin Ireland, 25 St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin 2, \u003cbr\u003eIreland (a division of Penguin Books Ltd.) \u003cbr\u003ePenguin Group (Australia), 250 Camberwell Road, Camberwell,Victoria 3124, \u003cbr\u003eAustralia (a division of Pearson Australia Group Pty. 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Ltd., 24 Sturdee Avenue, \u003cbr\u003eRosebank, Johannesburg 2196, South Africa\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePenguin Books Ltd., Registered Offices: \u003cbr\u003e80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFirst published by Roc, an imprint of New American Library, \u003cbr\u003ea division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFirst Printing, March 2009 \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eCopyright © Anne Bishop, 2009 All rights reserved\u003cp\u003eREGISTERED TRADEMARK—MARCA REGISTRADA\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eeISBN : 978-1-101-01980-1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWithout limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePUBLISHER’S NOTE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party Web sites or their content.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials.Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eeISBN : 978-1-101-01980-1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFOR CASS, MAGGIE, CHERIL, AND DEE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eACKNOWLEDGMENTS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMy thanks to Blair Boone for continuing to be my first reader, to Debra Dixon for being second reader, to Doranna Durgin for maintaining the Web site, to Anne Sowards and Jennifer Jackson for being enthusiastic about this story, to Pat Feidner just because, and to all the friends and readers who make this journey with me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJEWELS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWHITE \u003cbr\u003eYELLOW \u003cbr\u003eTIGER EYE \u003cbr\u003eROSE \u003cbr\u003eSUMMER-SKY \u003cbr\u003ePURPLE DUSK \u003cbr\u003eOPALGREEN \u003cbr\u003eSAPPHIRE \u003cbr\u003eRED \u003cbr\u003eGRAY \u003cbr\u003eEBON-GRAY \u003cbr\u003eBLACK\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e*Opal is the dividing line between lighter and darker Jewels because it \u003cbr\u003ecan be either.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen making the Offering to the Darkness, a person can descend a \u003cbr\u003emaximum of three ranks from his\/her Birthright Jewel.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eExample: Birthright White could descend to Rose.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBLOOD HIERARCHY\/CASTES\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMALES\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elanden—non-Blood of any race\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBlood male—a general term for all males of the Blood; also refers to any Blood male who doesn’t wear Jewels\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWarlord—a Jeweled male equal in status to a witch\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePrince—a Jeweled male equal in status to a Priestess or a Healer\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWarlord Prince—a dangerous, extremely aggressive Jeweled male; in status, slightly lower than a Queen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFEMALES\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elanden—non-Blood of any race\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBlood female—a general term for all females of the Blood; mostly refers to any Blood female who doesn’t wear Jewels\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewitch—a Blood female who wears Jewels but isn’t one of the other hierarchical levels; also refers to any Jeweled female\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHealer—a witch who heals physical wounds and illnesses; equal in status to a Priestess and a Prince\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePriestess—a witch who cares for altars, sanctuaries, and Dark Altars; witnesses handfasts and marriages; performs offerings; equal in status to a Healer and a Prince\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBlack Widow—a witch who heals the mind; weaves the tangled webs of dreams and visions; is trained in illusions and poisons\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eQueen—a witch who rules the Blood; is considered to be the land’s heart and the Blood’s moral center; as such, she is the focal point of their society\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePLACES IN THE REALMS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eDena Nehele\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTAMANARA MOUNTAINS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGRAYHAVEN—BOTH A FAMILY ESTATE AND A Town\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eEbon Askavi (aka the Black Mountain, the Keep)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eHayll\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eZuulaman\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eKAELEER (THE SHADOW REALM)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eAskavi\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEbon ASKAVI (AKA THE BLACK MOUNTAIN, THE KEEP)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEbon RIH—VALLEY THAT IS THE KEEP’S TERRITORY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRIADA—BLOOD VILLAGE in Ebon Rih\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eDea al Mon\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eDharo\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWEAVERS FIELD—BLOOD VILLAGE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBHAK—BLOOD VILLAGE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWOOLSKIN—LANDEN VILLAGE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eDhemlan\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAMDARH—CAPITAL CITY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHALAWAY—VILLAGE NEAR SADIABLO HALL\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSADIABLO HALL (THE HALL)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eNharkhava\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTAJRANA—CAPITAL CITY\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eScelt\u003c\/i\u003e (\u003ci\u003eshelt\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMAGHRE (MA-GRA)—VILLAGE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHELL (THE DARK REAlM, THE REALM OF THE DEAD)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eEbon Askavi (aka the Black Mountain, the Keep)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSADIABLO HALL\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePROLOGUE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTERREILLEE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003etwo years ago\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eS\u003c\/b\u003etill shaken by the storm of power that had destroyed half the Blood in Dena Nehele only a few days before, the rogues came down from their camps in the Tamanara Mountains to face an unexpected enemy.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe landens, who had been brutalized for generations by the “caretakers of the Realms,” hadn’t wasted time. When they realized the surviving Blood were stunned by the violent loss of Queens and courts, they rebelled—and decided that dying by the thousands was an acceptable price to pay in order to wipe out the Blood in Dena Nehele.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSo the landens died during those first days of the uprising. Oh, how they died.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut so did the Blood.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe males in the Blood’s towns and villages died as they exhausted the power that made the Blood who and what they were, until even the ones who wore Jewels and had a reservoir of power had used up everything they had in the effort to defend the women and children who didn’t have the strength or skill to defend themselves.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen that power that lived within them was gone, they fought with weapons like any other man. But the landens kept coming, kept fighting—and the Blood, outnumbered, had no chance of surviving.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWomen and children died, along with the men. The landens, steeped in their hatred for the Blood, set fire to the buildings, turning entire villages into funeral pyres.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThen the rogues, trained warriors who had refused to serve any Queen, came down from the mountains—and the battle for Dena Nehele really began.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe rode with one pack of rogues, a leader committed to slaughter in order to defend what was left of his people. But as they reached a walled estate on their way to the town that served as Dena Nehele’s capital, he pulled his horse aside and stared through the iron bars of a double gate at the big stone mansion.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGrayhaven.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was his family name. This was his family’s home.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe had never lived in that mansion because the Queens who had controlled Dena Nehele had claimed it for their own residence, their own seat of power. And like the rest of the Territory, the house and the land had declined under the rule of bitches who had stood in the shadow of Dorothea SaDiablo, the High Priestess of Hayll.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe had grown up in the mountain camps ruled by the rogues because he was the last of his line, the last direct descendant of Lord Jared and Lady Lia, the Queen who, like her grandmother before her, had been called “the Gray Lady.” And if there was any truth to the family stories, he was the last person capable of finding the key that would reveal a treasure great enough to restore Dena Nehele.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLord Jared had told his grandsons about the treasure the Gray Lady and Thera, a powerful Black Widow, had hidden somewhere around Grayhaven. While the family still lived in the house, every male had searched for it, and the story had spread to trusted advisers who shouldn’t have been trusted. When the family line failed to produce even a minor Queen, Dorothea’s pet Queens had descended on Dena Nehele like scavengers fighting over a fresh carcass. What was left of his family abandoned Grayhaven and spoke the family name only in secret.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGenerations had tried to hold on to something that was Dena Nehele, that was the Blood as they had been when the Gray Lady had ruled. Generations of the Grayhaven line had been “broken into service” as a way of keeping the people yoked to the rule of unworthy Queens.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGenerations of suffering—until that witch storm swept through Terreille. A fast, violent storm, terrible in its cleansing, it had swept away Dorothea SaDiablo and everyone who had been tainted by her, but it had left the surviving Blood prey to the landens’ hatred.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Theran!” one of the Warlords shouted. “The bastards have set fire to the south end of the town!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe wanted to ride through those gates, wanted to protect the only thing left of his own heritage. But he had been trained to fight, had been born to stand on a killing field. So he turned away from the house and land he wanted to reclaim.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut as he rode away, he promised himself that when the fires of rebellion were finally smothered, he would come back to his family’s home.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIf there was anything left.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTERREILLE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003epresent\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eR\u003c\/b\u003eeaching the broken-down stone wall and the double gate that was half-torn from its hinges, Theran Grayhaven planted his feet in the exact spot where he’d stood two years before. Now, finally, the landen uprising had been completely smothered, and the Blood—those who were left—could set about the business of trying to restore their land and their people.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIf there was any way of restoring their people.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Since you invited them here, you’re going to feel like a fool if you’re still standing at the gate when the other Warlord Princes arrive.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTheran looked over his shoulder. He hadn’t heard the other man approach, hadn’t felt a warning presence. Even a month ago, being that careless would have gotten him killed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You shouldn’t be up before sunset,” Theran said. “It drains you too much.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe old man scowled at the wall and the gate—and all the other signs of neglect. “I’ll manage.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You’ll need blood tonight.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe scowl deepened. “I’ll manage.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Talon . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Don’t be using that voice on me, boy. I can still whack some sense into that stubborn head of yours.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTalon was a grizzled warrior who was missing two fingers on his left hand and half his right foot—evidence of the price paid for the battles won. He was also a Sapphire-Jeweled Warlord Prince. Since Theran was a Warlord Prince who wore Green Jewels,Talon was the only man in Dena Nehele who was strong enough to “whack some sense” into him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut only after the sun set.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTalon was demon-dead. If he was forced to act during daylight hours, his strength drained at a terrifying speed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Did you ever wonder if it was worth it?” Theran asked, looking away from the man who had raised him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe had never known his father. The man had mated to continue the Grayhaven bloodline and had been caught, broken, and completely destroyed before Theran had been born.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen he was seven, his mother had brought him to the mountain camps to keep the Grayhaven line safe from Dorothea’s pet Queens.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe never saw her again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTalon looked at the mansion and shook his head. “I was in this fight for three hundred years, give or take a few. I knew Lia, and I knew Grizelle before her. I stood with Jared and Blaed when we were all among the living—and I stood with others when I became demon-dead. So I never wondered if bringing Dena Nehele back to the way it was when the Gray Ladies ruled was worth the blood and pain and lives that were lost. I \u003ci\u003eknew\u003c\/i\u003e  getting that back was worth the price.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We didn’t win, Talon,” Theran said softly. “Someone else eliminated the enemy, but we still didn’t win.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“A Grayhaven is standing once more on the family land. That’s a start. And there is a marker on the table.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA marker Talon hadn’t told him about until a few days ago. “A dangerous one, assuming the man who owes us a favor is still alive.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“There’s no way to win unless we gamble,” Talon said. “Come on. We’ll bring the Coach onto the grounds and camp out here tonight. Tomorrow you can go through the house and see what needs to be done.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We’ll be lucky if we find anything intact,” Theran said bitterly. “I can’t imagine the bitches who ruled from here \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e trying to find the treasure.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“But the key wasn’t in the house,” Talon said. “That’s part of the legend. And without the key that begins unlocking the spells, they could have ripped up every floorboard and knocked down every brick in every fireplace, and they still wouldn’t have found the treasure even if they were looking right at it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Doesn’t mean we’re going to find a safe floor or a working fireplace,” Theran grumbled.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Do your pissing and moaning later,” Talon said. “We’ve got company. I’ll fetch the Coach. You give yourself a kick in the ass and get up to the house.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yes, sir.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSurrogate father and protector of the Grayhaven line, Talon had held him when he’d cried and hadn’t hesitated to give him a smack when it was deserved—at least, deserved according to Talon. Everything good that he knew about the Blood, about honor and Protocol and what a Warlord Prince should be, he had learned from a man who remembered Dena Nehele as it had been. Who remembered what it meant to have honor. To wear, as Talon put it, the Invisible Ring.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBracing himself for the discussion ahead, Theran strode toward the mansion.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWas the honey pear tree still in the back gardens somewhere? Could the tree have survived that many centuries? There had been a few honey pear trees growing in one of the rogue camps low in the mountains, and there was a grove of them—or so he’d heard—tucked away in the southern part of Dena Nehele, in one of the Shalador reserves. Having heard stories about Jared’s mother growing the honey pear trees for her sons and how Jared had gifted Lia with his tree and given another to Thera and Blaed, he’d been disappointed when he’d finally gotten to taste one of the hard little fruits. But Talon said the trees didn’t grow well in the mountains, that something they needed was lacking, and that was the reason the fruit didn’t taste right.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWell, the trees weren’t the only things that had felt a need that had gone unanswered.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTalon set the Coach down on the scrubby front lawn, while Theran watched the Warlord Princes appear near the gate as they dropped from the Winds, those webs of psychic roadways that allowed the Blood to travel through the Darkness.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt wasn’t until Talon limped over to join him that the first Warlord Princes came through the gate, walking up the weedy drive in pairs, the lightest-Jeweled males coming first.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e*I count about a hundred,* Talon said on a psychic thread.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e*That’s probably every Warlord Prince left in Dena Nehele,* Theran replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e*Probably. And a better response than I’d hoped for.*\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat wasn’t said was that only a handful of those men wore an Opal that was considered a dark Jewel. He and Talon, wearing Green and Sapphire, were the strongest males in the Territory. Everyone else wore lighter Jewels.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey formed a semicircle around him and Talon, the lighter Jewels leaving spaces so the darker-Jeweled males could stand in the front.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eExcept for one Opal-Jeweled Warlord Prince who stood apart from the others—a Prince whose golden brown skin marked him as having a Shalador bloodline. Maybe even being pure Shalador.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLord Jared’s coloring. Lord Jared’s race.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTheran resisted the urge to look at his own hand and see the similarities.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Would you care to join us, Prince Ranon?” Talon said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I can hear from where I’m standing,” was the chilly reply.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTalon nodded as if the less-than-courteous response made no difference.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePrince Archerr, another who wore Opal Jewels, stepped forward. “You called us here, and we answered. But none of us can afford to be gone long. The landens have to be held on a tight leash, and some of us are the only trained warrior left in our piece of Dena Nehele.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTheran nodded. “Then I’ll come to the point. We need a Queen.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA moment of disbelieving silence before several men made derisive sounds.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Tell us something we don’t know,” Spere said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We’ve got Queens, more or less,” Archerr said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Would you serve any of them?” Theran asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“When the sun shines in Hell.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMutters with an undercurrent of anger.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We have Queens,” Theran said. “Women who, even in their prime, weren’t considered strong enough to be a concern to the Queens who whored for Dorothea SaDiablo. And  we have Queens who are still little girls, barely old enough to begin training in basic Craft. And we have a handful who are adolescents.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“One being a fifteen-year-old who’s turning into such a ripe bitch she may not live long enough to be sixteen,” Archerr said bitterly.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We need a Queen who knows how to be a Queen,” Theran said. “We need a Queen who could rule Dena Nehele in the same tradition as the Gray Lady.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You won’t find one of those within our own borders,” Spere said. “Don’t you think we’ve all been looking? And if you look beyond our borders to find a Queen mature enough to rule, the males in that Territory aren’t going to give up anyone \u003ci\u003egood.\u003c\/i\u003e And since I live in a village along the western border, I can tell you the Territories west of us aren’t doing any better.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I know,” Theran replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Then where are we supposed to find a Queen?” Archerr asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“In Kaeleer.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSilence. Not even embarrassed coughs or shuffling feet.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“There’s no way into Kaeleer except through the service fairs,” Shaddo said. “At least, no other way to get into the Shadow Realm and stay alive long enough to state your business.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yes, there is,” Theran said, grateful that he and Talon had considered this possibility. “Someone goes to the Black Mountain.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNinety-eight men stared at him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And does what?” Archerr asked quietly.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTheran glanced at Talon, who nodded. “There’s a Warlord Prince who owes my family a favor.” That wasn’t exactly the way Talon had phrased it. More like, \u003ci\u003eFor Jared’s sake and memory, he might be willing to do the family a favor.\u003c\/i\u003e “If I can find him . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You think this Prince can get us a Queen \u003ci\u003efrom Kaeleer\u003c\/i\u003e?” Shaddo asked. “Who has that kind of influence and power?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTheran took a deep breath. “Daemon Sadi.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNinety-eight Warlord Princes shivered.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“The \u003ci\u003eSadist\u003c\/i\u003e owes your family a favor?” Archerr asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTheran nodded.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA dozen voices muttered,“Hell’s fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Talon and I talked it over and figured asking at the Keep is the simplest way of finding out if anyone knows where Sadi is.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“He could be dead,” Spere said, sounding a little hopeful. “His brother disappeared years ago, didn’t he? Maybe Sadi got caught in that storm like the rest of the Blood.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Maybe,” Talon said. “And maybe he’s no longer among the living. But even if he’s demon-dead, he still might be able to help. And if he’s among the demon-dead who went to the Dark Realm, going to the Keep is still our best chance of finding him.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What happens if we do get a Queen from Kaeleer?” Shaddo asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Then at least twelve males have to be willing to serve her and form her First Circle,” Theran said. “We’ll have to form a court. Some of us will have to serve.” The next words stuck in his throat, but on this too, he and Talon had agreed. “And Grayhaven will be offered as her place of residence.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You say we’ll have to form a court,” Ranon said, still sounding cold. “Will Shalador be asked to serve? Will Shalador be allowed to serve? Or will the blood that also flows through \u003ci\u003eyour\u003c\/i\u003e  veins, Prince Theran, be held to the reserves, ignored unless we’re needed for fodder?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBefore anyone could draw a line and start a fight that would  end with someone dying, Talon raised his hand, commanding their attention.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That will be up to the Queen, Ranon,” he said quietly. “We’re all going to hone the blade and offer her our throats.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hoping we won’t end up with someone who will crush what is left of us?” Ranon asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hoping exactly that,” Talon replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA long silence. Ranon took a step back, then hesitated. “If a Kaeleer Queen comes to Dena Nehele, some of the Shalador people will offer themselves for her pleasure.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTalon looked thoughtful as they all watched Ranon walk back to the gate. Nothing was said until the Shalador Warlord Prince caught one of the Winds and vanished.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“If you can get a Queen from Kaeleer . . .” Archerr didn’t finish the sentence.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’ll send a message,” Theran said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Warlord Princes retreated to the gate. No breaking into groups, no talking among themselves. Some looked back at him and Talon.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Looks like you’re going to the Keep,” Talon said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTheran nodded as he watched the last man vanish. “Which do you think worries them more? That I won’t be able to find Sadi—or that I will?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCHAPTER 2\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eKAELEER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eC\u003c\/b\u003eassidy sat back on her heels and brushed her chin with the tail of her long red braid.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“So,” she said as she considered the ground in front of her. “Does the rock stay or does the rock go?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSince the question had been offered to the air and the patch of garden in front of her, she didn’t expect an answer. Besides, it wasn’t really her decision. She’d volunteered to clear the weeds out of this bed as a way to have something to do—and a way to work with a little piece of land. But this was her mother’s garden, and whether the rock was an unwanted obstacle or a desired, important part of the whole depended on how one looked at it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhich was true of so many things.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s done and can’t be undone,” she muttered. “So enjoy your visit here, do what you can, and let the rest go.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eLet the rest go.\u003c\/i\u003e How long would it take before her heart let go of the humiliation?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Well, at least I found out \u003ci\u003ebefore\u003c\/i\u003e I put in all the spring work on \u003ci\u003ethose\u003c\/i\u003e g-gardens.” Her voice wobbled and tears blurred her vision.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSwallowing the hurt that wanted to spill out every moment she didn’t keep her feelings chained, she reviewed the containers of seeds she had collected last year from the Queen’s garden in Bhak. \u003ci\u003eThat\u003c\/i\u003e garden wasn’t hers anymore, so her mother would benefit by having a few new plants this year.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Your mother said I’d find you here.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe voice, always rough because the vocal cords had been damaged in a boyhood accident, made her smile as she looked over her shoulder at the burly man walking toward her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBurly in body, Burle by name. A simple man. A handyman. Twice each month he would stay at a landen village for three days and take jobs to fix whatever needed fixing. Most Blood thought it was beneath a Warlord’s dignity to work for landens—even if the Warlord wore a Jewel as light as Tiger Eye. He’d always said,“Work is work, and the marks they pay me with are as good as any that come from some snot-nosed aristo family.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat attitude didn’t get him work in houses owned by Blood aristos here in Weavers Field, their home village, or in other nearby Blood villages, but the rest of the Blood didn’t care what Burle said about aristos, and the landens liked having that little bit extra that came from a man who could use some Craft along with a hammer and didn’t talk down to them. The fact that Lord Burle always gave them that little bit extra—and more—meant he had as much work as he wanted.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer heart warmed to see him—and a moment later began hammering with alarm. “Why are you home? Is something wrong?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBurle made a show of looking at the sky before focusing on his daughter. “Well, Kitten, it’s midday. Food’s on the table. You’re still out here. Your mother has that look. You know that look?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOh, yes. She knew that look.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“So,” Burle continued, “I was sent out to fetch you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNot likely. Sent out, maybe. But not to fetch her. She loved her mother, Devra, but there were some things she could say only to her father. She just wasn’t ready to say them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“All right, Father. What are you up to?” She put enough emphasis on the word “Father” to tell him she \u003ci\u003eknew\u003c\/i\u003e he was up to something. When the only response she got was his frowning at her under those bushy eyebrows her mother subtly kept subdued with grooming Craft, she tried not to sigh as she said,“Poppi.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe nodded, satisfied that he’d made his point. “Your mother said you came out here right after breakfast. Seemed like a long time to be digging up weeds, so I thought I’d give you a hand. But it looks like you’ve got that bed in good order.” He frowned at the gloves lying on the ground beside her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCassidy held up her hands. “I wore the heavy gloves. I used a tight shield to protect the palms. 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