By Seanan McGuire
A New York Times bestseller!
It’s been nearly a 12 months due to the fact October “Toby” Daye avoided a struggle, gave up a county, and suffered own losses that experience left her wishing for an excellent day’s sleep. She’s attempted to target her obligations, yet she can’t aid feeling like her global is crumbling round her, and her more and more reckless habit is starting to fear even her staunchest supporters.
To make issues worse, Toby’s simply been requested to discover one other lacking child…only this time it’s the changeling daughter of her fellow knight, Etienne. Chelsea, a teleporter like her father, is the type of changeling the outdated tales warn approximately: those with the entire energy and not one of the control. She’s starting doorways that have been by no means intended to be opened, freeing risks that have been sealed away centuries before—and there’s a superb opportunity she may perhaps wreck Faerie if she isn’t stopped. Now Toby needs to locate Chelsea ahead of time runs out, racing opposed to an unknown cut-off date and during unknown worlds as she and her allies attempt to circumvent catastrophe. Toby inspiration the final yr used to be bad. She has no idea.
Ashes of Honor is the 6th installment of the hugely praised Toby Daye series.
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Peri: pear-ee. Plural is Peri. Piskie: piss-key. Plural is Piskies. Pixie: pix-ee. Plural is Pixies. Puca: puh-ca. Plural is Pucas. Roane: row-n. Plural is Roane. Satyr: say-tur. Plural is Satyrs. Selkie: sell-key. Plural is Selkies. Shyi Shuai: shh-yee shh-why. Plural is Shyi Shuai. Silene: sigh-lean. Plural is Silene. Tuatha de Dannan: tootha day danan. Plural is Tuatha de Dannan, diminutive is Tuatha. Tylwyth Teg: till-with teeg. Plural is Tylwyth Teg, diminutive is Tylwyth. Undine: un-deen. Plural is Undine. Urisk: you-risk. Plural is Urisk. desk of Contents One 3 4 5 Six Seven 8 9 Ten 11 Twelve 13 Fourteen Fifteen 16 Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven ONE June third, 2012 So shall she depart her blessedness to at least one, while heaven shall name her from this blessed darkness, Who from the sacred ashes of her honor Shall star-like upward push… —William Shakespeare, King Henry VIII THE evening SKY OVER SAN FRANCISCO used to be a patchwork mix of starry black and cloudy grey, it all washed out by way of the ambient gentle drifting up from town lower than. It was once a tourist’s dream of California summer time, ideal as a postcard—and like several postcards, it wasn’t telling the complete tale. I pressed myself in in the direction of the wall of the alley, one hand on my knife, and waited. I didn’t need to look forward to lengthy. Voices drifted down the alley, talking within the bizarre mixture of whisper and shout that young ones have used because the sunrise of time whilst attempting to be refined. there has been not anything refined approximately those children, yet they might by no means have believed that. They have been enjoying issues oh-so-cool, and so they notion they have been untouchable. In an ideal global, they might were. In an ideal global, they'd were allowed to have their little rebellions and take their little dangers, and not anything may ever have touched them. We don’t stay in an ideal international. We by no means have. And on nights like this one, it sort of feels like we by no means will. the children coming near near my hiding spot didn’t realize it, yet I’d been staring at them for weeks, ever given that I took a visit downtown to enquire experiences of a courtier promoting items of his liege’s treasury. The rumors became out to be true—he obtained banished, I bought paid, and no-one walked away happy—but that wasn’t the worst of it. to be able to a gathering together with his fence, the courtier had kicked apart a tumbler jar that somebody had left discarded close to the bottom of a trashcan. It fell on its aspect and rolled to a cease opposed to a close-by wall. The odor of its contents assaulted my nostrils, and that i instantly forgot approximately my activity. I had whatever way more risky to fret approximately. I crept towards the jar as carefully as i'd have approached a venomous snake, eventually crouching a number of ft away. i'll see smears of crimson clinging to the glass—not that i wanted the visible. This shut, the odor used to be unmistakable. No changeling who’s ever lived at the incorrect facet of the tracks may fail to acknowledge the odor of goblin fruit, whether we’d by no means smelled it sooner than.