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403 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 21, 2019



Tomorrow my future will be decided by my dead gran’s finger bones. It’s how my whole life has been determined--with bones and blood and snapping flames.
”Masons craft the bone flutes that Watchers use to control animals and the weapons that Breakers use to protect our country. Mixers blend bone potions that Healers use to treat patients. And, of course, Charmers perform readings on us all.”
Fate is the ability to see the choices people will likely make. It doesn’t rob freedom.
My mother is silent. It’s the kind of silence that’s more than just a lack of sound. It’s a hungry silence, one that consumes everything around it – the things said, the things unsaid, all the things that will be said in the future. A silence so full it bulges at the edges.
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In Saskia’s world, bones are the source of all power. They tell the future, reveal the past, and expose secrets in the present. Each village has a designated seer who performs readings for the townsfolk, and in Midwood, the Bone Charmer is Saskia’s mother.
On the day of her kenning—a special bone reading that determines the apprenticeships of all seventeen-year-olds—Saskia’s worst fears come true. She receives an assignment to train as a Bone Charmer, like her mother, and even worse, a match-making reading that pairs her with Bram—a boy who has suspicious tattoos that hint of violence.
Saskia knows her mother saw multiple paths for her, yet chose one she knew Saskia wouldn’t want. Their argument leads to a fracture in one of the bones. Broken bones are always bad luck, but this particular set of bones have been infused with extra magic, and so the break has devastating consequences—Saskia’s future has split as well. Now she will live her two potential paths simultaneously. Only one future can survive. And Saskia’s life is in danger in both.
It's always been a prickly thing between us, her insight and my ignorance. And the other way around, too. The bones can't show her my heart.
I instruct my eyes to open, but they won't obey. It's too much effort. And so I give up and let the darkness swallow me, let it sweep me away to a place where pain doesn't exist and hearts can't be broken.