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384 pages, Paperback
First published April 9, 2024



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She put Armaa down and picked up the last one, a lacquered gold idol in the shape of a strange little boy with an oversized head and a big, mischievous smile. “And who is this is[٭] cute little guy?”
“Budin. He’s a kuman thong, which is similar to…” Ex eyed her necklace. “He’s made by cutting a stillborn fetus out of his mother, which then goes through a graveyard ritual where they roast the bones over a pit and then cover with a lacquer–”
“Black magic!” Arinya gasped, dropping him. She shoved the group of idols back towards Ex and wiped her hand on her pants. “It’s forbidden.”
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[٭]ᵧₑₛ ₜₕᵢₛ ₜᵧₚₒ ₐₚₚₑₐᵣₛ ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ ᵦₒₒₖ
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“Oh, Ex,” Arinya sniffled, and her voice grew soft. “Listen. I had a dream last night, clear as daylight.” Her fingers tightened around the jewel. “I saw her.”
Something stirred in his chest, warm. An image in his mind. A flash of gold, a glow of twin red rubies. He grasped at it, desperate to remember something important, but it faded when Arinya placed her cheek on his hand. He met her gaze, and her eyes glistened with tears.
“Let her go.”
He searched her expression for doubt, but there was none. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Arinya pressed the amulet back into his hands.
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● Ex leaned in, snapping its jaw in half. The phi twitched once, then laid still.
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● Amongst the twisted cords where the trunk touched the ground, laid small bones, wilted flowers, fruit seeds, and shiny rocks.
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● In a sudden panic, Ex searched for the Hound. He laid on his belly a few feet away, panting hard, too angry and proud to whimper.
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● His chainblade laid loosely in her hand. Her posture was cramped and couldn’t have been comfortable in any sense of the word.
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● Bowls of tribute laid before it, some of it twitching and squirming with maggots and leeches. Candles burned all around the room, wax shaped into uneven lumps, the stink of corpse fat wafting from their flames. ☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅⋅•∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽