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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018
Copyright © Sabaa Tahir 2018
Maps by Jonathan Roberts
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Source ISBN: 9780008288754
Ebook Edition © June 2018 ISBN: 9780008288778
Version: 2018-09-21
For Renée, who knows my heart.
For Alexandra, who holds my hopes.
And for Ben, who shares the dream.
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Maps
Part One: The King of No Name
Chapter One: The Nightbringer
Chapter Two: Laia
Chapter Three: Elias
Chapter Four: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Five: Laia
Chapter Six: Elias
Chapter Seven: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Eight: Laia
Chapter Nine: Elias
Chapter Ten: The Blood Shrike
Part Two: Inferno
Chapter Eleven: Laia
Chapter Twelve: Elias
Chapter Thirteen: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Fourteen: Laia
Chapter Fifteen: Elias
Chapter Sixteen: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Seventeen: Laia
Chapter Eighteen: Elias
Chapter Nineteen: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Twenty: Laia
Chapter Twenty-One: Elias
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Twenty-Three: Laia
Chapter Twenty-Four: Elias
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Twenty-Six: Laia
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Elias
Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Laia
Chapter Thirty: Elias
Part Three: Antium
Chapter Thirty-One: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Thirty-Two: Laia
Chapter Thirty-Three: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Thirty-Four: Elias
Chapter Thirty-Five: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Thirty-Six: Laia
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Elias
Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Laia
Chapter Forty: Elias
Chapter Forty-One: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Forty-Two: Laia
Chapter Forty-Three: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Forty-Four: Laia
Chapter Forty-Five: Elias
Part Four: Siege
Chapter Forty-Six: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Forty-Seven: Laia
Chapter Forty-Eight: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Forty-Nine: Laia
Chapter Fifty: Elias
Chapter Fifty-One: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Fifty-Two: Laia
Chapter Fifty-Three: Elias
Chapter Fifty-Four: Laia
Chapter Fifty-Five: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Fifty-Six: Laia
Part Five: Beloved
Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Blood Shrike
Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Soul Catcher
Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Nightbringer
Acknowledgements
Also by Sabaa Tahir
About the Publisher
You love too much, my king.
My queen spoke the words often across the centuries we spent together. At first, with a smile. But in later years, with a furrowed brow. Her gaze settled on our children as they tore about the palace, their bodies flickering from flame to flesh, tiny cyclones of impossible beauty.
âI fear for you, Meherya.â Her voice trembled. âI fear what you will do if harm comes to those whom you love.â
âNo harm shall befall you. I vow it.â
I spoke with the passion and folly of youth, though I was not, of course, young. Even then. That day, the breezes off the river ruffled her midnight hair and sunlight poured like liquid gold through the sheer curtains of the windows. It lit our children umber as they trailed scorch marks and laughter across the stone floor.
Her fears held her captive. I reached for her hands. âI would destroy any who dared hurt you,â I said.
âMeherya, no.â I have wondered in the years since then if she already feared what I would become. âSwear you would never. You are our Meherya. Your heart is made to love. To give. Not to take. That is why you are king of the jinn. Swear it.â