![]() ![]() It was a song that only the queen could hear, calling sweetly in the rustle of the October leaves-for it had come to take her away as well. It was an old superstition from her wanderer’s upbringing, to keep fragile spirits from being lured off by the beautiful song of death. ON THE MORNING WIL WAS born, the queen ordered that sheets be hung across every window of the castle. Thirty-Eight Thirty-Nine Acknowledgments Back Ad About the Author Books by Lauren DeStefano Credits Copyright About the Publisher ALBERT CAMUSĭedication Epigraph Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty Thirty-One Thirty-Two Thirty-Three Thirty-Four Thirty-Five Thirty-Six Thirty-Seven ![]() For Aprilynne, who takes ideas and turns them into goldĪT THE HEART OF ALL BEAUTY LIES SOM ETHING INHUM AN. ![]()
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