![]() ![]() Nevertheless, I scan my surroundings for any sign of him or his staff. ![]() The servant door into Creighton Gorst’s manor house swings open. Better to steal than to starve.įrogs sing in the distance, and their chorus nearly covers the satisfying click of the lock releasing. Better to pray to deft fingers, to shadows and camouflage, than to the old gods. This is a song I’ve rehearsed a thousand times, a hymn I’ve played in my most desperate moments. I slide two hairpins into the lock, my chapped fingers dancing over them like the strings of a viola. ![]() These are the hours of spies and thieves. I could revel in the darkness-happily lie under the stars and let the night air unravel my knotted, overworked muscles-but I won’t waste tonight on rest or fleeting pleasure. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available.ĬOOL SHADOWS WASH over my sweaty skin, welcoming me, disguising me. For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to or to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 3 Park Avenue, 19th Floor, New York, New York 10016.Ĭover illustration © 2021 by Luisa J. ![]()
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