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480 pages, Hardcover
Expected publication March 31, 2026
1 -Strong main character. Maggie isn’t a fighter or someone who kicks butt in normal ways. But she is smart, quick with a plan and resolute once she has decided on a course of action. She is also pretty funny sometimes.
2 - Cool worldbuilding elements. In Urban Fantasy they have created multiple worlds with elements in things we already know from this one. So just think what can happen when they get to do it from scratch and use elements like Knights, Mages, Dukedoms, Hired Thugs, Ladies Maids, Holy Orders, Towers, Castles…etc. They really brought in a lot of great worldbuilding elements.
3 - Amazing side characters. Like most IA books I’ve read the side characters really shine and the found family that Maggie is surrounding herself with has a lot of potential. I absolutely fell in love with Maggie’s new Lady’s maid Clover. Her backstory makes you just want to hug her and get the vengeance she deserves. As always all the side characters feel three dimensional and real.
4 - Interesting Love Interests While there really wasn’t a shortage of possibilities for potential love interests for Maggie, I definitely have my favorite. And like most of the romantic leads he isn’t some Gary Stew but complicated, a little morally gray and slightly devious. It will be interesting to see how it all works out. But so far the journey has been memorable.
5 - Cute Animal Companion I do love the unusual pets IA comes up with to be companions and Maggie has one to add to the pet gallery.







The future always had the last laugh.

The day had barely started, but the market was already bustling. Early shoppers hurried among the stalls, still fuzzy with sleep and looking for specific bargains. Some merchants were setting up, others were already haggling with customers. Delivery people pushed their carts, transporting goods before the mid-morning rush. Beasts of burden were banned in the market, probably because nobody wanted to step in animal poop. Instead, wagons unloaded at the outer warehouses, and from there the goods were delivered by hand carts to the stalls.
Clover and I moved through it, she with a purpose in mind and I trying not to gawk. Redacted hovered over us, scanning the early morning crowd for incoming threats.
Most successful merchants self-organized by the type of goods they offered. Those who sold clothes rented a spot at the Clothes Row, those who made weapons and armor set up at the Smith Row, and so on.
We went to Clothes Row first. As Clover had laid it out before, the safest option was to hide in plain sight by pretending to be an ordinary household. I would be the “lady,” she would be the head maid, and Redacted would oversee security. We needed the right camouflage to pull this off. In Kair Toren, clothes weren’t just a fashion statement. They indicated rank and social position, and our current outfits were severely lacking.
Clover stopped by the merchant stall and picked up several squares of fabric in different colors. She looked at me, looked at the fabric, and held up a green square to my face. The merchant, a man in his mid-thirties, watched us. Clover frowned, held up a peach square to my face, then a burgundy, and went back to green.
“Green?” she said.
“Definitely green,” the merchant agreed.
Clover raised her brows at Redacted.
“Green suits you, my lady,” he told me.
“I’m going to need a bolt of green, a matching bolt of shade-down, with a half a bolt of complimentary brown,” Clover declared. “Three small bolts of the matching cord. And the notions.”
What was the shade-down?
The merchant nodded. “Two nomas and thirty dens.”
Clover opened her eyes wide and leaned slightly forward.
“It’s Julatian linen,” the merchant pointed out.
“Exactly. Why are trying to sell it to me at silk prices?”
“Silk?!”
They squared off like two duelists. I drifted a couple of steps away, to stand closer to Redacted before I got cut by verbal shrapnel. I had no idea if I was good or bad at haggling. I didn’t exactly have a lot of opportunities to haggle back home. Grocery prices were set. Utility bills were set too. Since the local indie store went out of business, books either came as files or were purchased at the local B&N by the Cheesecake Factory. No haggling opportunities there. Sometimes I made it to the Farmer’s Market, but I just paid whatever the posted prices were. Growing things took a lot of effort. It didn’t seem right to nickel and dime people over small jars of honey and heirloom tomatoes.
An older woman in an expensive dark purple gown strode down the street, flanked by two bodyguards. Her crest hung off her waist on a braided silver cord, an oval of lacquered wood with an image of silver antlers wrapped in a green vine on a field of deep purple. No clue who she was.
The bodyguards and Redacted looked at each other. They kept walking.
“Why are we here?” Redacted asked quietly.
“To buy bolts of fabric and matching cord, apparently.”
“I know why Clover is here. I’m asking why you are.”
I glanced up at him. “You had a point about the Treasury.”
“Mhm.”
“We need a trade. A product to sell,” I murmured. “I might have one. Also…”
“Yes?”
“I need some supplies for our next lucrative venture.” I put a bit of emphasis on lucrative.
“Same buyer?” he asked.
I nodded.
He leaned toward me slightly. “These are dangerous people, Maggie.”
Oh, he didn’t have to warn me. Solentine’s night visit was branded in my memory. He could’ve slit my throat without any effort at all. Worse, he could’ve fought Redacted, and nothing good would come from that. If he killed Redacted, Redacted would be dead. If Redacted killed him, the Shears would massacre everyone in the house in retaliation.
But we needed money. Serious money. And Solentine had a lot of money and a problem he couldn’t solve.
“That’s why I have a deadly blademaster on my side.”
Clover broke away from the stall. “Two nomas and thirty dens. He must think I was born yesterday.”
“How much did you settle on?” I asked.
“Eighty dens.” She snorted. “Come, my lady. We need to get some dresses and shoes.”...
