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In fact, without their unwavering faith, it might never have been finished at all. I would particularly like to
thank David, for his endless supply of coffee and for turning out so well when his mother spent so many
of his formative years lost in another world. My heartfelt thanks also to Amanda, for her excellent
proofreading and for naming the God of Thieves, and to TJ for being such a good listener—although I
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wish she had not waited until I was halfway through the final draft before asking, “What would happen if
R’shiel was Joyhinia’s daughter?”

I would like to thank Irene Dahlberg and Kirsten Tranter for seven pages of insight that pointed me in
the right direction and Lyn Tranter at Australian Literary Management for her patience.

My heartfelt thanks go to Dave English from the Alice Springs Yacht Club, for his expert advice on
sailing. Nor can I forget to mention Toni-Maree and John Elferink MLA, for their unwavering support
when I needed them most and for putting up with my eccentricities on a daily basis.

Last but not least, I must thank my good friend Harshini Bhoola, whose relentless enthusiasm and
endless reading of draft after draft of this series earned her an entire race of people named in her honor.
She deserves a place with the gods.
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part one

THE CITADEL




chapter 1




The funeral pyre caught with a whoosh, lighting the night sky and shadowing the faces of the thousands
gathered to witness the Burning. Smoke, scented with fragrant oils to disguise the smell of burning flesh,
hung in the warm, still air, as if reluctant to leave the ceremony. The spectators were silent as the hungry
flames licked the oil-soaked pyre, reaching for Trayla’s corpse. The death of the First Sister had drawn
almost every inhabitant of the Citadel to the amphitheater.

R’shiel Tenragan caught the Lord Defender’s eye as she pushed her way through the green tunics of the
senior Novices to take her place past the ranks of blue-gowned Sisters and gray-robed Probates.
Feeling his eyes on her, she looked up. The Mistress of the Sisterhood would have her hide if he