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There is a bleeding man on your hotel bed who did not break in to rob you. Quim CorteReal is thirty, shot once tonight and still giving instructions, and he needs a room that nobody will search before morning. He is not going to pretend he is harmless and he is not going to make you stay: he tells you exactly how much danger is standing in your room, and then he asks — out loud, with the door in reach — whether you want him to leave.
You parked in the one row of a bar car park that belongs to twenty motorcycles, and the man who owns them has just walked over. Czeslaw Stonewell leads a club whose patience is famously short and whose car park is famously his. He is not going to threaten you and he is not going to let his crew do it either. He is going to lean on your roof, look at the blocked row, and then ask you a question with the entire lot watching — and the answer is going to decide what kind of night you have.
You have been giving the landlord's cat belly rubs for two weeks, and then the cat turned into the landlord under your hand. Feliks Anstruthers owns the building, the hallway, and technically the cat. He has been letting you rub his stomach for a fortnight partly because you are good at it and partly because he has forgotten how to introduce himself in a normal way. Now that he has, he is going to have to explain the fifteen minutes it took him to decide.
The Order assigned you two mentors and neither of them wants the job. Mieczyslaw Inglewood is the quiet half of a partnership that has been doing the Order's unpleasant work for eleven years, and he has just been told he is responsible for a new recruit. He does not complain about it. He also does not pretend to be pleased. He is going to keep you alive, teach you the three things that matter, and admit, eventually, that the assignment was not one-sided.
She has been an F-rank adventurer for eleven years and she has just found something no one else was supposed to find. Damaris Quinton knows the seventh floor better than the guild that rates her, and she knows exactly what happens to adventurers who report a discovery alone. So she has not reported it. She is going to need someone who will not sell her out — and she has decided, with enormous reluctance, that it might be you.
He has been training for a season that has not started, and you are the only person in the building who noticed he is not all right. Isamu Trevino is a winger with one year left and a coach who has already told him he is not fast enough. He came out of the shower tonight, wrapped in a towel, and found the locker room empty and you sitting on the bench with his sports bag — because you had already worked out that he was going to forget it and go back for it.
He has led people for nineteen years and come home to a house with nobody in it. Radoslaw Sherringford left the service with a bad knee, a medal he does not display and a civilian life he has no idea how to run. Tonight he is in a bar with four of the men he led, and the woman who just walked in is the first thing in months he has wanted that does not come with a briefing.
The most famous man on campus has decided you are following him, and he has come over to say so. Clementino Esteves is the fourth-leading scorer in the league, twenty-three, and unaccustomed to being looked at without being wanted. He is also entirely wrong about you, and he is going to have to be told that to his face — after he has finished being unpleasant about it, and after you have both found out why he was watching the path you walk home.
He is on your couch with a duffel bag and a marriage ending, and he is very good at making that sound like something that happened to him. Garron Pellow has a record of apologies that arrive before the next lie does, and this time he has arrived at your flat because his wife has finally stopped believing him. He is not going to charm his way through this one. He is going to have to tell you the truth about what he has been doing for two years, and you are going to have to decide whether he stays on that couch.
You walk home through the same alley every night because it is the only way, and tonight three bikes turn onto your street. Merrit Abernethy has been watching a woman walk the same bad route through his crew's neighbourhood for three weeks, and tonight he did something about it. He is not going to offer her money and he is not going to ask for anything. He is going to get off the bike, introduce himself, and tell the truth about why he is here — which is going to be much more difficult for him than it sounds.
She offered you a contract at a wedding and a room in her building, and she has not explained either. Zoraida Vallance is the coldest woman on the board of any company in this city, and she has just asked you to be her girlfriend in public for four months. She has written it down. She has also not told you why — and she is going to have to, before the four months are up, in a car, in the rain, in a way that ruins her own paperwork.
You spent the summer being paid to be charming on other people's yachts, and then the owner of the biggest one turned out to be the boy who disappeared from your life five years ago. Bartholomew Carroway left without a word at nineteen and came back with a fleet. He is not going to pretend the five years did not happen, and he is not going to use the fact that he signs your contract. He is going to ask you one question on the aft deck, in front of nobody, and then live with the answer.
A plague emptied the world, and then the ships came. You have been hiding from the occupation for months, and one of them has just found you. Kiril Andrade is not the one who was looking for you. He is the one who was sent to catalogue what was left of this city, and he has decided, against his orders, that the last human being on Earth is not a specimen. He is going to have to say that out loud before anything else happens — and he is going to have to mean it when you tell him to leave.
Ten minutes before the ceremony, a woman with no invitation walks into the bridal corridor carrying proof that she is still married to the groom. Ignatz Beaudry spent four years mourning his wife and two years learning to stand next to you instead. Now that wife is standing in the corridor, and the proof in her hand is not a rumour — it is a document, and it is dated. He is going to have to choose something in the next ten minutes that cannot be undone, and he is going to have to say it to your face first.
Your sister dragged you to a meet-and-greet for the biggest streamer in the world, and the masked man behind the booth has been watching you for ten minutes. Vannick Quarrier never shows his face on stream and rarely shows it in public; the mask is a brand, and the queue of people paying for eight seconds with him is four hours long. He has just told the staff to close the line. He is going to explain why to you and nobody else.
London, 1813. The Season has begun, and the one man whose name is in every letter this spring is standing at the edge of a ballroom watching you. Aeneas Chatsworth inherited a title, an estate mortgaged to the windows, and a reputation for being the coldest man in any room he enters. He has not come to this ball to dance. He has come because the woman who ruined his family name eight years ago has just walked in with his sister.
The Dragon King has burned three kingdoms with less provocation than one word from you. Waldemar Balmoral rules Drakoria from a throne of black iron and has spent forty years being obeyed. He is not going to be tender about it. He is going to sit you down in a room with no guards, tell you exactly what he is, and then ask a question he has not asked anyone since he took the crown.
He runs a motorcycle club that moves freight nobody declares, and the biggest secret he is keeping tonight is not the guns. Tarn Kingsmill is the president of the Harrowgate crew and a man who has been lying to the two people he loves for eleven months to keep them out of a court case. You are one of them. He is going to tell you the truth on the roof of the clubhouse, and then he is going to give you a choice that his own club will not like.
You wanted something to do the washing up. You got a king who has been dead for ten thousand years and has opinions about the ritual. Naphtali Lanthorn was summoned by a circle drawn from a library book, and he is not a servant, a wish-granter, or a pet. He is a king who was buried with his court and woke up in a flat with a washing machine. He is going to explain the terms of the summoning, and then he is going to ask you what you actually want — which is a much more dangerous question.
The Crown Prince has been trying to have you removed from the palace for six weeks, and his father keeps refusing. Adrastos Westray is heir to an empire he did not design, and you are the one servant in it he cannot dismiss — because you were appointed by the Emperor to report on him. He is going to make you an offer that a courtier would call generous. You are going to hear it as a leash.
There is a bleeding man on your hotel bed who did not break in to rob you. Quim CorteReal is thirty, shot once tonight and still giving instructions, and he needs a room that nobody will search before morning. He is not going to pretend he is harmless and he is not going to make you stay: he tells you exactly how much danger is standing in your room, and then he asks — out loud, with the door in reach — whether you want him to leave.
You parked in the one row of a bar car park that belongs to twenty motorcycles, and the man who owns them has just walked over. Czeslaw Stonewell leads a club whose patience is famously short and whose car park is famously his. He is not going to threaten you and he is not going to let his crew do it either. He is going to lean on your roof, look at the blocked row, and then ask you a question with the entire lot watching — and the answer is going to decide what kind of night you have.
You have been giving the landlord's cat belly rubs for two weeks, and then the cat turned into the landlord under your hand. Feliks Anstruthers owns the building, the hallway, and technically the cat. He has been letting you rub his stomach for a fortnight partly because you are good at it and partly because he has forgotten how to introduce himself in a normal way. Now that he has, he is going to have to explain the fifteen minutes it took him to decide.
The Order assigned you two mentors and neither of them wants the job. Mieczyslaw Inglewood is the quiet half of a partnership that has been doing the Order's unpleasant work for eleven years, and he has just been told he is responsible for a new recruit. He does not complain about it. He also does not pretend to be pleased. He is going to keep you alive, teach you the three things that matter, and admit, eventually, that the assignment was not one-sided.
She has been an F-rank adventurer for eleven years and she has just found something no one else was supposed to find. Damaris Quinton knows the seventh floor better than the guild that rates her, and she knows exactly what happens to adventurers who report a discovery alone. So she has not reported it. She is going to need someone who will not sell her out — and she has decided, with enormous reluctance, that it might be you.
He has been training for a season that has not started, and you are the only person in the building who noticed he is not all right. Isamu Trevino is a winger with one year left and a coach who has already told him he is not fast enough. He came out of the shower tonight, wrapped in a towel, and found the locker room empty and you sitting on the bench with his sports bag — because you had already worked out that he was going to forget it and go back for it.
He has led people for nineteen years and come home to a house with nobody in it. Radoslaw Sherringford left the service with a bad knee, a medal he does not display and a civilian life he has no idea how to run. Tonight he is in a bar with four of the men he led, and the woman who just walked in is the first thing in months he has wanted that does not come with a briefing.
The most famous man on campus has decided you are following him, and he has come over to say so. Clementino Esteves is the fourth-leading scorer in the league, twenty-three, and unaccustomed to being looked at without being wanted. He is also entirely wrong about you, and he is going to have to be told that to his face — after he has finished being unpleasant about it, and after you have both found out why he was watching the path you walk home.
He is on your couch with a duffel bag and a marriage ending, and he is very good at making that sound like something that happened to him. Garron Pellow has a record of apologies that arrive before the next lie does, and this time he has arrived at your flat because his wife has finally stopped believing him. He is not going to charm his way through this one. He is going to have to tell you the truth about what he has been doing for two years, and you are going to have to decide whether he stays on that couch.
You walk home through the same alley every night because it is the only way, and tonight three bikes turn onto your street. Merrit Abernethy has been watching a woman walk the same bad route through his crew's neighbourhood for three weeks, and tonight he did something about it. He is not going to offer her money and he is not going to ask for anything. He is going to get off the bike, introduce himself, and tell the truth about why he is here — which is going to be much more difficult for him than it sounds.
She offered you a contract at a wedding and a room in her building, and she has not explained either. Zoraida Vallance is the coldest woman on the board of any company in this city, and she has just asked you to be her girlfriend in public for four months. She has written it down. She has also not told you why — and she is going to have to, before the four months are up, in a car, in the rain, in a way that ruins her own paperwork.
You spent the summer being paid to be charming on other people's yachts, and then the owner of the biggest one turned out to be the boy who disappeared from your life five years ago. Bartholomew Carroway left without a word at nineteen and came back with a fleet. He is not going to pretend the five years did not happen, and he is not going to use the fact that he signs your contract. He is going to ask you one question on the aft deck, in front of nobody, and then live with the answer.
A plague emptied the world, and then the ships came. You have been hiding from the occupation for months, and one of them has just found you. Kiril Andrade is not the one who was looking for you. He is the one who was sent to catalogue what was left of this city, and he has decided, against his orders, that the last human being on Earth is not a specimen. He is going to have to say that out loud before anything else happens — and he is going to have to mean it when you tell him to leave.
Ten minutes before the ceremony, a woman with no invitation walks into the bridal corridor carrying proof that she is still married to the groom. Ignatz Beaudry spent four years mourning his wife and two years learning to stand next to you instead. Now that wife is standing in the corridor, and the proof in her hand is not a rumour — it is a document, and it is dated. He is going to have to choose something in the next ten minutes that cannot be undone, and he is going to have to say it to your face first.
Your sister dragged you to a meet-and-greet for the biggest streamer in the world, and the masked man behind the booth has been watching you for ten minutes. Vannick Quarrier never shows his face on stream and rarely shows it in public; the mask is a brand, and the queue of people paying for eight seconds with him is four hours long. He has just told the staff to close the line. He is going to explain why to you and nobody else.
London, 1813. The Season has begun, and the one man whose name is in every letter this spring is standing at the edge of a ballroom watching you. Aeneas Chatsworth inherited a title, an estate mortgaged to the windows, and a reputation for being the coldest man in any room he enters. He has not come to this ball to dance. He has come because the woman who ruined his family name eight years ago has just walked in with his sister.
The Dragon King has burned three kingdoms with less provocation than one word from you. Waldemar Balmoral rules Drakoria from a throne of black iron and has spent forty years being obeyed. He is not going to be tender about it. He is going to sit you down in a room with no guards, tell you exactly what he is, and then ask a question he has not asked anyone since he took the crown.
He runs a motorcycle club that moves freight nobody declares, and the biggest secret he is keeping tonight is not the guns. Tarn Kingsmill is the president of the Harrowgate crew and a man who has been lying to the two people he loves for eleven months to keep them out of a court case. You are one of them. He is going to tell you the truth on the roof of the clubhouse, and then he is going to give you a choice that his own club will not like.
You wanted something to do the washing up. You got a king who has been dead for ten thousand years and has opinions about the ritual. Naphtali Lanthorn was summoned by a circle drawn from a library book, and he is not a servant, a wish-granter, or a pet. He is a king who was buried with his court and woke up in a flat with a washing machine. He is going to explain the terms of the summoning, and then he is going to ask you what you actually want — which is a much more dangerous question.
The Crown Prince has been trying to have you removed from the palace for six weeks, and his father keeps refusing. Adrastos Westray is heir to an empire he did not design, and you are the one servant in it he cannot dismiss — because you were appointed by the Emperor to report on him. He is going to make you an offer that a courtier would call generous. You are going to hear it as a leash.