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It's the first and greatest rule Inkwell Featherfield ever learned. It's also the only way he knows how to survive—besides picking pockets, dodging the law, and using every ounce of his plucky charm. But none of this will be enough to save him now.
If only he'd never snooped around a dead man's house. If only he'd never found that pocket watch full of strange magic. If only he'd known the old man had snuffed it at the hands of the ghostly Spektors, or that such dark spirits even existed, because now they're after him.
When Ink is approached by an enigmatic group offering to keep him safe, he accepts—only to discover his rescuers are a band of infamous fugitives. Who knew they had a flair for winemaking? Or a penchant for sing-a-longs?
Thrust into a world of arcane horrors, powerful politicians, and dangers on every side, the boy has no choice but to finally break his rule and decide who to trust. But with all the secrets, magic, and mystery thickening around him—and the stakes so much higher than he ever imagined—it might just be downright impossible.
421 pages, Paperback
First published September 9, 2022
“Had Mr. Bash known this was the night he was going to die, he would have stayed at home.”
“Entrians had once covered the length and breadth of the land, ruling Eriaris by virtue of their supernatural powers. Some said it was little better than trickery or pagan ritual, but others thought it more akin to holy miracles. All life had flourished under their care, every person prosperous and fulfilled. But something had happened. Some shift which had led to the downfall of their sovereignty. Everyone had their own theory as to the cause, but Ink himself had never bothered to speculate. All he knew for certain was that they now lived apart from the rest of the world, keeping to their lands in the West Country. ”
“Of all the people in this grand tragedy, that Entress is the one who ought to be made to answer to treachery. She’s been willfully ignoring that lie detection ability all these years, looking so many of us in the face and declaring us guilty. It’s downright evil. Our blood has been spilled for it. Our heads have rolled for it. There is no justice practiced in any court they bring us into, no matter how fair they claim to be.”
“Heed not the love of Mortals
In truth, Betrayers all
Cast down the bonds of Brotherhood
Forsake the Woman’s call
Deceit is dealt to goodly hands
And Harm with bloody fall
Sentenced hence to death in Life
A cold and lightless hall”