By Seanan McGuire
Issues are having a look up.
For the 1st time in what sounds like years, October "Toby" Daye has been in a position to pause lengthy sufficient to take a breath and view her lifestyles -- and he or she likes what she sees. She has acquaintances. She has allies. She has a squire to coach and a King of Cats to like, and perhaps, simply might be, she will allow her safeguard down for a change.
Or no longer. while Queen Windermere's seneschal is elf-shot and thrown into an enchanted sleep through brokers from the neighboring state of Silences, Toby reveals herself in a job she by no means anticipated to play: that of a diplomat. She needs to go back and forth to Portland, Oregon, to persuade King Rhys of Silences to not visit struggle opposed to the Mists. yet not anything is that straightforward, and what October reveals in Silences is worse than she may ever have imagined.
How a long way will Toby move while lives are at the line, and while allies either outdated and new are threatened via a strength she had by no means anticipated to stand back? How a lot is October prepared to renounce, and what sort of is she prepared to alter? In Faerie, what's previous isn't particularly gone.
It's simply anticipating a chance to pounce.
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