Praise for New York Times bestselling author MICHELLE SAGARA and The Chronicles of Elantra series
No one provides an emotional payoff like Michelle Sagara. Combine that with a fast-paced police procedural, deadly magics, five very different races and a wickedly dry sense of humorwell, it doesnt get any better than this.
Bestselling author Tanya Huff on The Chronicles of Elantra series
Intense, fast-paced, intriguing, compelling and hard to put downunforgettable.
In the Library Reviews on Cast in Shadow
Readers will embrace this compelling, strong-willed heroine with her often sarcastic voice.
Publishers Weekly on Cast in Courtlight
The impressively detailed setting and the books spirited heroine are sure to charm romance readers as well as fantasy fans who like some mystery with their magic.
Publishers Weekly on Cast in Secret
Along with the exquisitely detailed worldbuilding, Sagaras character development is mesmerizing. She expertly breathes life into a stubborn yet evolving heroine. A true master of her craft!
RT Book Reviews (4 ½ stars) on Cast in Fury
With prose that is elegantly descriptive, Sagara answers some longstanding questions and adds another layer of mystery. Each visit to this amazing world, with its richness of place and character, is one to relish.
RT Book Reviews (4 ½ stars) on Cast in Silence
Cast In Silence
Michelle Sagara
www.mirabooks.co.uk
Authors Note
One of the best thingsfor meabout writing fantasy is that a writer can enlarge issues that people face on a daily basis, by making the stakes higher; its not often that you can cause the end of the world in real life because of choices youve made. But the end-of-the-world feeling is a very real dread day to day. The consequences are always bigger, but the emotional response is rooted in a writers experience, and our experiences dont actually include dark gods, primal chaos and perfect immortals. Except maybe when were sleeping.
Kaylin Neya started life on the page as a Private in the arm of Law enforcement known as The Hawksher citys version of a cop. But, as is so often the case, her known life started before that, and what there was of it was buried in the organizational nightmare I often refer to as my notes. Some of that past came to light in her first outing, Cast in Shadow, because a lot of her story makes no sense without it.
She doesnt live in the past, although she will always be affected by it, and shes managed to keep a lid on ituntil now. Cast in Silence is about the missing six months of her life, between her life in the fief of Nightshade and her life as a Hawk. To say shes ambivalent about those six months would be a bit of an understatement.
But to me, it echoes a lot of ambivalence about choices we made for various reasons when we were younger or less experienced. Or at least choices I did. If youre returning to Kaylin and Elantra, I hope you enjoy reading the book as much as I did writing it.
This is for Ayami, the sister-in-law who makes having a brother a blessing.
Cast In SilenceACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Living with a writer is not easy. My children are probably used to it because its all theyve ever known, but my husband, Thomas, had a sane and reasonable upbringing, and still manages to create the space in which I do write, day-in and day-out. He and Terry Pearson form my alpha reader team, and are brave enough to argue with me when reading a raw first draft (and I mean raw).
If living with a writer is not easy, its my suspicion that working with a writer is often just as fraught, so I am deeply grateful to Mary-Theresa Hussey, who has been the very model of patience and understanding, and who continues to provide a home for Elantra. And to Kathleen Oudit and the art staff for the fabulous job they continue to do when creating covers for these books. If writing a novel is a solitary endeavor, publishing a novel is teamwork, and I have been blessed with a great team.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER 1
Its eight oclock in the morning. Please remember to fill out your reports and hand in your paperwork. Had the cheerful and musical voice belonged to a person who could be easily strangled, it would have stopped in mid-sentence.
Sadly, it was the melodious voice of the streetside window which interrupted the bustling and vastly less perky office in which the branch of Law known as the Hawks was based. That window, which had been installed complete with a magical, time-telling voice in some misguided attempt at humor, had been adjusted in the past couple of weeks by Acting Sergeant Mallory, and no one who had to work where they could hear itand were prevented by office regulations from destroying itconsidered the adjustments to be an improvement.
Sergeant Marcus Kassan, the large and currently bristling Leontine behind the central desk in the Hawks Office raised his fist and flexed his fingers. Long claws, gleaming in the suns light, appeared from beneath his golden fur. He had not yet shattered the windowand given it was installed with the guidance of Imperial Mages, that would have been damn hardbut he looked like he was on the edge of finally doing it in. The betting pool had not yet been won, but at least three people were out money, Private Kaylin Neya being one. The office had discovered, however, that the windows couldnt be scratched, and Kaylin had argued vociferously that this should have counted as a victory condition. Shed lost.
Then again, Leontines were generally all about the clawing, biting, rending, and ripping out of throats; they werent as good with smashing things.
Kaylins personal favorite was the new end-of-day message, wherein the cheerful voice of the window told the departing staff that they were to be in the office at 7:00 a.m., and they were to be shaved, where shaving was appropriate, and otherwise clean. She was less keen on the last bit, in which the Hawks were reminded to check the duty roster for last-minute adjustments.
Why doesnt he just have the mages shut it down? she asked Caitlin, as Marcus drove new furrows into his desk.
I think he considers it a reminder of the differences between Sergeant Mallorys temporary tenure and his more permanent record, Caitlin replied. The reply, like the question that engendered it, was very, very quiet. This didnt guarantee that it couldnt be overheard, but unless Marcus had it in for you, he was capable of a bit of selective deafness. If he hadnt been, his office would be half manned for at least an entire duty cycle, and the half that was left alive would be too busy cleaning up to cause trouble.
Neya! Given Marcuss current mood, the fact that there had been no bloodshed was pushing the goodwill of whatever gods watched over underslept and under-paid police. Youre due out on beat in five minutes. Stop bothering Caitlin and hit the street.
Kaylins beat was Elani Street and its surroundings, and her partner wasas it so frequently was, these daysCorporal Severn Handred. He was already kitted out and ready to go when she careened down the hall to the locker room. He raised an eyebrow, one bisected by a slender scar, while he watched her use the wall as a brake.
What? Im not late yet.
Not yet. Its hard to be late when the window is nagging.
She grimaced. Marcus took his claws to it yesterday.
Dont start.
I think that should count.
Is the window still in one piece? Then it doesnt count. Severn was at the top of the betting pool at the moment, and looked to be secure in his position, but theyd both grown up on some pretty mean streets, and secure meant something different to them.
This was probably why they got along so well with the Barrani Hawks. The Barrani were noted for their love of the political. Political, in the context of their race, usually involved assassination, both literally and figuratively, and smallish wars. They understood that anything they owned had to be held against all comers. Those who held less were perfectly willing to test the definition of secure, often to the breaking point.
Of course, unless one of those assassination attempts was lucky, the Barrani werent about to expire of old age; they didnt. Age, that is. They had long memories, and they could easily hold a grudge for longer than Kaylins whole life; at least two of them did. On the other hand, they made immortality look like one long gripe fest, admittedly with killer clothing, so it was hard to begrudge them their eternity of suffering. Or of making everyone else they knew suffer. Kaylin, as a human, would eventually clock out, which would in theory earn her some peace.
She dressed quickly, straightening out the cloth and under-padding that had managed to crumple in the wrong places the way it always did, and then rearranged her hair so it was pulled tight and off her face. It wasnt immortality that she envied the Barrani; it was their damn hair. It never got in the way of anything.
She made it out of the locker room with seconds to spare; Severn caught her by the shoulder and adjusted the stick that held her hair tightly in place so that it actually did the job.
Elani Street was, of course, Charlatan Central. It was also, unfortunately, where real magic could be found if you didnt have access to the Imperial Mages, or worse, the mages of the Arcanum, which access pretty much described ninety-nine percent of the city of Elantra. Kaylin had never understood how it was that people capable of genuine enchantments were willing to hunker down with total frauds.
The end result, however, of some fraud was ire, and the end result of ire, if not checked, was directly the purview of the Hawks. It was more colloquially called murder. It didnt happen in Elani often, because even if you were almost certain the so-called magic youd purchased was a lump of rock, you couldnt be as easily certain that the person whod sold it to you was incapable of something more substantial.
There were, however, no murders on the books today. Or at least not murders that Kaylin knew about, and therefore not murders that she would be called in to investigate. Shed wanted a few weeks of quiet, and shed had them. For some reason, it hadnt improved her mood.
Severn noticed. Then again, it was hard not to notice. While he frequently walked streetside, Kaylins accidental mishaps with merchant boards now numbered four.
Kaylin. He stepped to her left, and took up patrol position merchant-side.
She couldnt bring herself to say it was accidental, although she did try. But the boards that promised to find you your One True Love were a particular sore spot for Kaylin, in part because it was impossible to walk past the damn things at any time of day, and not see people waiting in the storefront, behind glass. Some had the brains to look ill-at-ease, but if they had the brains, they clearly lacked self-control; some just looked desperate and flaky.
All of them would be disappointed.
You know they piss me off, she muttered.
On the wrong day, sunlight pisses you off.
Only in the morning.
Noon is not considered morning by most people. Tell me, he added. Because if you keep this up, Margot is going to file an incident report, and youll be in the hot seat.
Margot was the name of the proprietor of this particular haven for the hopeless. She was a tall, statuesque redhead, with amber eyes that Kaylin would have bet an entire paycheck were magically augmented. Her voice, absent the actual drivel she used when speaking, was throaty, deep, and almost sinful just to hear.
Kaylin was certain that half of the people who offered Margot their custom secretly hoped that she would be their One True Love. Sadly, she was certain that Margot was also aware of this, and theyd exchanged heated words about the subject of her lovelorn customers in the past. Petty jealousy being what it was, however, Kaylin was liked by enough of the other merchants, mostly the less successful ones, that Margots attempt to have her summarily scheduled out of existenceor the existence of Elani Streethad so far failed to take.
If I knew what was bothering me, she finally admitted, I would have warned you this morning.
Warned me?
That Im in a foul mood.
Kaylin, the only person who might not notice that is Roshan, Marrins newest orphan. And I have my doubts.
I have no idea whats wrong, she continued, steadfastly ignoring that particular comment. The foundling hall is running so smoothly right now youd think someone rich had died and willed the foundlings all their money. Rennicks play was a success, and the Swords have been cut to a tenth their previous riot-watch numbers. Im not on report. Mallory is no longer our acting sergeant. Caitlin is finally back in the office after her leave.
But she exhaled heavily theres justsomething. I have no idea what the problem is. And if you even suggest that it has something to do with the time of month, youll be picking up splinters of your teeth well into next year.
He touched her, gently and briefly, on the shoulder. Youll let me know when you figure it out?
Youll probably be the first person to know. Unless Marcus radically alters the duty roster.
The day did not get better when their patrol took them to Evantons shop. Kaylin didnt stop there when she was on duty, because rifling his kitchen took time, and sitting and drinking the scalding hot tea he prepared when she did visit took more of the same.
Like most merchants, Evantons shop had a sandwich board outside. The paint was faded, the wood slightly warped. His sign, however, did not offend her; she barely noticed it. She certainly didnt trip over it in a way that would snap its hinges shut.
But she did notice the young man who came barreling out of the door toward her. Grethan. Once Thaalani. Hell, still Thaalani. But crippled, shut off from the gifts that made the Thaalani possibly the most feared race in the city. He couldnt read minds. The characteristic racial stalks of the Thaalani, suspended at the height of his forehead, just beneath his dark, flat hair, still weaved frantically in the air in a little Im-upset-help-me dance, and most peoplemost humans, she corrected herselfwouldnt know he was incapable of actually putting them to use to invade their thoughts.