Shades in Shadow: An Inheritance Triptych (Inheritance, Book 0.5)
N. K. Jemisin
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A brand new fantasy novella by Hugo, Nebula, and World Fantasy Award nominated author N. K. Jemisin.
From the shadows of the greater stories, away from the bright light of Sky and wending 'round the sagas of the Arameri, come three quieter tales. A newborn god with an old, old soul struggles to find a reason to live. A powerful demon searches for her father, and answers. And in a prequel to the Inheritance Trilogy, a newly-enslaved Nahadoth forges a dark alliance with a mortal, for survival... and revenge.
Return to the world of the Hundred Thousand Kingdoms in this triptych of short tales.
• The Wild Boy
• The God Without a Name
• [i]The Third Why
went in the direction of the sunrise, in the same way that a right-handed person is likely to have turned right. And she is aided by the fact that he is who he is, no matter how human he appears to be. He has a presence. Even nineteen years later, when she goes to the places a penniless traveler would visit and asks after a man with her skin and white hair and a face that, according to her mother, would rather break than smile, people laugh—but remember. He leaves a deep impression on the
Skyfather’s darkest hells.” Itempas has no dark hells, Nahadoth does not say. That this is no longer obvious to mortals is proof that at least some of the priests’ propaganda is working. But there is another pause. Curious, Nahadoth opens the eyes of his body. There are things mortal flesh sees that divine perception cannot. Haan leans over the well, almost close enough to touch his lips to the pooling blackness that is Nahadoth’s substance. He cannot see Nahadoth through the layers of dark.
totality of himself when he was free. And he understands that for these lesser ones of his kind, these children, three is not enough. It wasn’t for the Three, either, in the end. That was why Enefa came, and why she made them into a multitude, because Three is strong but family is stronger and without her Nahadoth is lost, lost, lost as he never wanted to be again. “Enefa,” he whispers for the umpteenth time. Above him, seen through the tendrils of his substance, Kurue flinches. Lost in grief,
nature to express affection, but she shows it in the ways she can. And she is right to ask this, to aim him. Always so quick to see the use in any weapon. He wants. “Enefa’s remains are the key to our freedom.” Sieh shakes his head, sorrow making him look older. “The Stone of Earth, the mortals call it. Hidden, and the soul that could control it is lost. Finding both will take an age of the world.” Nahadoth smiles. They all shiver just a little in response, in desire, in fear. Does his new
thousand years like so, or was it only a thousand? Perhaps he shouldn’t count the rest times. But humans still don’t live to be a thousand years old. She’s right; he was never human. Now, however, he is something else entirely, and the change does not please him at all. “But,” he drawls at last, “humans die. I couldn’t. So sad.” He hears Yeine shift a little, drawing up her legs and resting her feet on the railing. If she’d been mortal, she’d have been a fool to sit that way; one strong gust