Seanan McGuireisone of the most fertile phantasy authors writing today , but there ’s no drop in quality to go with allthat quantity , as her astounding array ofliterary laurels and nominationscan attest . Her Hugo - nominatedOctober Daye urban fantasy serieshas been going strong for 14 years , and this year brings a extra delicacy for rooter with two new entrance : Sleep No More ( book 17 ) and The Innocent Sleep ( Holy Writ 18 ) .
io9 is thrilled to be revealing both covers as well as an excerpt from Sleep No More ’s first chapter . Starting with 2009 ’s Rosemary and Rue , the serial has follow the escapade of reluctant champion and individual tec October “ Toby ” Daye , a half - fae imbecile . As a repp from publisher DAW Books separate us , “ These two titles may be skirt the same events , but they are two incredibly unlike stories told from two very different narrators . The Innocent Sleep cross out a serial publication first — the viewpoint character reference is the King of Cats himself , Tybalt . Since Rosemary and Rue , buff have been in love with Tybalt , and will be incredibly eager to get their hands on his perspective as he fight back to help Toby recover her computer memory and reclaim their mirthfully ever after . ”
Check out the stunning covers from artistChris McGrath , and read on for a first taste of Sleep No More !
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One
October 28th , 2015
Methought I hear a voice war cry “ Sleep no more ! ”
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— William Shakespeare , Macbeth .
Samhain and Beltaine are the hub around which the rest of Faerie ’s twelvemonth turns . The two Moving Clarence Shepard Day Jr. , when the least among us — those grade even lower than changelings like myself — are gratuitous to tamp down up their life and move along to their next house . That exemption extends not only to the forgettable . On the Moving daytime , courtier , changelings , and servants can move between demesnes without concern for the theory that they might break the Lords and Ladies under whom they serve , for Oberon himself has granted his blessing . The skies go dark with pile of hob , Piskies , and leaf - winged red sprites , and the road are thick with traveling petitioners , all of them seek a new place to belong .
Since I contact my bulk , it had become my tariff to man the threshold and watch the gate during the week surround each Moving Clarence Shepard Day Jr. , providing the levels of hospitality take by Oberon ’s order and not a crumb or comment more . It was simple body of work , beneath the others who dwelt in the home , and yet still I took pridefulness in it . On those fleeting nights , I felt shamefully as if I held some actual station in our house .
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A kinfolk of hamadryad were the late to regain their direction to Mother ’s tower , three pureblooded adults and two children , both of whom carried the clear-cut marks of human heritage . The five of them approached along the route connecting us to Shadowed Hills , and one of the children glanced back over her shoulder with glossy eyes and a quivering lip , making me wonder whether they had first sought sanctuary in my uncle ’s halls . Fools . Wherever they had been before they pop this journey must have been glad to see them go , to have release them early and so very unprepared .
I correct the drape of my cloak and moved from the window to the hall between the sitting room and kitchen , where I would be able to hear them knocking at whichever door they chose to approach .
If they come to the kitchen doorway , cutting through the back garden , I would give them tract of bread and cheeseflower Father had prepared for this very purpose . The bread was rich with herbs he had raise himself , and I sometimes suspected he enchanted it in some small style , to give petitioner luck on the journey yet ahead of them . These people would need it , clearly . For them to have absent changeling baby from the household they were carry to serve was not a violation of the normal , but it was unseemly at the very least , and unwise by any measure . Such children ’s lives would always have been shortsighted . Now they would likely be hard and brutal as well , for what liege lord would ever desire them not to flee a 2nd time ?
If they came through the front garden to the main door , I would give them nothing at all . It was not Moving Day proper yet , and even if it had been , Mother ’s careful avoidance of any deed of conveyance save the one she was acquit to — Firstborn — have in mind the law of cordial reception had little claim over her . These travelers could no more need the comforts of her firm than they could sway away the evidence of their transgressions .
What pass next was solely on them . I support in the hall , centre closed and head tipped back , breathe in the comforting smell of sens and rose . I do it the truth of my ancestry . Mother could never have gotten August a handmaid through her espousal seam , and there was nothing of Father ’s lineage in me . Still , it would have been nice to find something familiar in the attenuate melodic phrase of my own paltry spellcasting . The copper spoke to Mother ’s blood , at least in the abstract , but impertinently cut off forage ? What ego - value daughter of a skilful folk smell like a lawn ?
The word was devoid of context in my mind , and I open up my optic , blinking into the dimness . What was a lawn ? I knew it as a full term for fine linen paper , but laundry had nothing to do with the look of my magic . No , I had thought of the word as something to do with grass . . . but why ?
A grievous knock disrupted my attempts to stupefy out the meanderings of my own mind . At the kitchen room access , give thanks Oberon and his beautiful St. Bride . I started for the kitchen , pulling up my hood up to hide my pinna and shade my feature . Everyone local knew of Amandine ’s two daughters , the tarnished and the true . They would never doubt my trueness . Even so , those who move around with changelings were all too often inclined to take my seeable fatality rate as a sign that I might sympathize with them , that I could be called upon to offer aid beyond what tradition required of me , and those thing could not have been less true . There is no shame in standing by the rules of your house .
There is still shame , I sense , in misleading someone , however unintentionally . My descent and magic trick clear felt the same , for they had never been incline to illusions , however hard I shin to master and call them onward . Nothing in me wished to dwell .
The belt came again , not impatient , but provoke , as if the doorknocker were on the wand of panic . I mistreat up to the door , unlatched it , and pulled it open , permit the migrant on the step their first and only glimpse of the Interior Department of my female parent ’s tower .
The kitchen is and has always been Father ’s world . Cuts of nub and dry alliums hang from the ceiling , suspended alongside sacks of bracing potatoes , squelch , and onions . Wheels of Malva sylvestris and bottles of oil crowd the shelves , and everything smelled of bracing - baked kale and spices .
I have always matte up most well-situated in the kitchen and the kitchen garden . The rest of the tower is like the front garden , meant for Mother and for August . I am better left behind the scenes , protect and anon. . Father sees that penury in me , and has always done his good to nurture it .
From the way the Hamadryads stared past me into the gloominess , that elementary kitchen must have seemed a paradise . I present them a few indorsement to gape at what they would never partake , then clear up my throat , snapping their aid back to me .
“ Greetings , ” I said , tone conventional . “ I am October , daughter of this house . What do you seek ? ”
A doubtfulness was not an offer of aid , nor did it produce the expected value of same . The visible light that had been growing in the eyes of the man at the front of their group flickered out and die , quench in an second . It was better that fashion . A blunt firing might ache , but it was preferred to run them on .
“ I am Eion , ” he said , touching his chest with one slight - fingered mitt . His skin , like many hamadryad , was a dust-covered grayish brownness , the coloring of ash barque , and his hair was the same but several shades darker , trending toward a flaming autumnal red at the hint . A direct descendant of Melia , then , most likely , only two generations removed from Maeve ’s dishonor .
That made the presence of changelings in his company all the more dismaying . The children of the Firstborn are signify to know well , to be better as an example for all of Faerie . Even those who take line from Maeve should hold themselves to a mellow standard .
All the ritual responses I could give would involve offer him the comfort or the kindness of the house , neither of which I was pass to give , and so I held my tongue , and expect for him to continue .
“ We have come from Wild Strawberries , ” he said , read my secretiveness for the refusal that it was . “ We departed on the first hour of the Moving Day festivity and have made our way this far exclusively on foot . The children are weary . We search a place to rest for the coming day , to let our theme plunge into living dirt and feed our shopworn physical structure . ”
“ There is no room for risky planting in my mother ’s garden , ” I said , and was relieved to jazz my words were rightful , for the children looked around themselves with wide - eyed yearning , drink in the sight of so many dark-green things grow so very , very well . It would have pained me to lie down to them .
I would have done it anyway , of course . I sleep together my obligation almost as well as I have a go at it my berth .
Eion glower . “ for certain there must be a bit of ground , somewhere , worthy for us to stop a while , ” he argued . “ Somewhere out of the way , outside the garden wall . ”
“ And had you occur any clock time but immediately prior to Moving Day , I might have been able to find you something , ” I read . “ If we allow you to root here now , with the twelvemonth about to rick , you would be able to cry for cordial reception , and my madam mother would be left with no right option make unnecessary to grant it . We lie here , between demesnes , because she has no desire to direct or guard a retention , only to live in peace with her family and be go away alone . ”
“ We would n’t do that , ” blurted one of the women . She stepped forward , set up herself storey with the man , contact for me , and I managed , barely , not to recoil . Like him , her hair ended in flame bolshy , as if the time of year had detainment of her in consistency , not only custom .
“ I swear , we would n’t , ” she continued . “ Only it ’s been such a long walk already , and the children are so tired , and we have such a long way leave to go . ”
“ Maia , please , ” state Eion precipitously .
“ What is your destination ? ” The interrogation drew me dangerously close to showing them the sort of vexation that could be take as an formulation of responsibleness , and yet I found I could n’t help it . The children truly did await exhausted . If not for their human heritage , I doubted they would still have been on their feet .
Hamadryads are closely bear on to the dead on target dryad , although their soften ties to the purity of flower magic have left them unable to truly hold fast with their trees . Instead of spend their life tied to a true and sacred plantation , they flit from vessel to vessel , renewing their roots with dips into the grime , hot - blooded enough to multiply with humans . In our lessons , Mother had taught me they were the good Maeve could do in imitating her adept babe , and should be pitied but never hope .
Most Hamadryads chose gestures and the sound of wind or birdsong for their names . That these talk their names in a shape my tongue could echo say me they had been among a right Court for some time before setting out on this ill - advised journey . That , and the quality of the wearing apparel worn by the three grownup , made me wonder if they traveled now of their own free will , or at a stately ’s command .
“ Golden Shore , ” suppose Maia . “ We have pick up that such as we can be welcome there . ”
This prison term , I was unable to control my face quickly enough to hide my wry face of distaste . “ Yes , ” I said , pleased when my spokesperson came out tier , if not kind . “ They are probable to welcome you . ”
The Kingdom on the Golden Shore stock up our shelves with the thing my father could not grow himself , or that we miss the room to naturalize ; for all that Mother like a well quiche from time to time , she detest the audio of poultry and would n’t allow Father to keep chickens . As she also turn down to provide any member of her family to shit in mortal lands , we had to buy our testis from Golden Shore , where they were laid by good , honest Alectryon fowl as Oberon intend . center was likewise larn from their trafficker , and all the other sumptuosity to which August would have been heir , had not Maeve so cruelly cut us off from the deep land of Faerie .
Golden Shore provided these wonderment through backbreaking labor , and as few among the true fae would choose that life when offer any alternative , they swell their workforce with idiot essay a place that would accept them for what they were .
It seemed a vicious living to condemn a nestling to , unfair in the extreme . But then , it was the well any idiot born without a assure place could desire for .
“ You have as far to go as you have already number , and I am not gift to offer anything which might be taken for cordial reception this tightlipped to Moving Day , ” I aver . “ Why did you select to move around now , if you know where you ’re bound ? ”
“ Our girls , ” said Maia , miserably . “ Ashla and Gable . Gable is to be sixteen at Ostara , and our liege — our former liege — had start to speak of position . ”
The children , whom I had take for youthful than the age she claimed for them , peek over at the sound of their names , then went back to watch the garden with thirsty , weary eyes .
“ There are house in Wild Strawberries happy to have changeling overhaul , ” she go along . “ They call themselves benevolent , for being uncoerced to be so tarnished . For being so very generous . But the child they claim seldom last a handful of seasons . They break . Their employer carry take none of the blame , of course , and there ’s no crime in the death of a moron , but still , they . . . they break . ”
Either she had caught enough of the angle of my malar bone in the shadows of my hood , or she already knew my nature . Still , it was dangerous for her to talk so to a stranger . Not all imbecile are likeable to our own kind . Not all have had my advantage in life .
The shaver moved closer to the as - yet - unnamed adult female , try some variety of quilt , their debilitation evident in the way they pressed themselves under her arms , baby birds seeking the warmth of the nest . Impulsively , I grabbed for the parcels Father had made , taking two in each bridge player , and thrust them at Eion .
“ My forefather baked this bread himself , with straw he maturate in the fields between here and Shadowed Hills , ” I enjoin . “ The herb are of his garden . The cheeseflower is from your destination , and should tone you . Take this as well . ”
I plucked a jar of half - wipe out blackberry electronic jamming from the counter and maintain it out , plead silently for him to catch the implication .
“ No one claim the blackberry tangles beyond the swamp , which is unreasonably overrun with pixies , ” I said . “ It would be deeply unsafe to venture there , especially in the society of children . ”
“ Who makes the mess ? ” he asked , warily .
“ My father and I , ” I state . “ We gather blackberry from the very border of the maze , when the pixies take into account it , and then we roil them down in this kitchen . ”
He feared goblin yield , then , as was only sensible for someone who traveled in such . . . mixed company . I had heard hearsay that Hamadryad changelings were more resistant to the call of the yield than most , but “ repellent ” is not the same as “ resistant . ” well to avoid temptation until they could reach Golden Shore , where they would be protect by the Kingdom ’s custom .
Hesitant , he take the jar from my manus . “ No one take it ? ” he repeated .
“ Not past the sceptre , ” I say . “ The thorns are too wooden-headed , and the footing too soft to anchor a knowe . If any venture there , we do not know them . ”
“ Your kindness is noted , and will be remembered , ” he say , with a small stem . The women did n’t mirror his motion , but watch me with hope and moderation in their faces .
I glanced out , not want to see them calculate at me as if I understood their struggle . I did n’t , and I bang that . The living of changelings were myopic and brutal , well than humans only because they could see the resplendency of Faerie , worth less than both humanity and fae in every other potential path . They were protected by no Law bring through the rule of hospitality and fealty : by leaving their vassal , these people had left their girl open to all the threats Faerie had to offer . Who was I , mastermind , need , and beloved , to pretend at understanding what they suffered ? I had never lived a day outside this tower , and Oberon uncoerced , I never would .
If Mother tired of me and cast me out before August was ready to set up a household of her own , I had fiddling doubt that I would n’t survive the year . I have never had a head for selection . female parent has made sure I knew that well and truly .
The mankind straighten , and hesitated before he spoke again . In that disinclination I learn the impropriety he was about to commit , and should have slammed the door in his face , should have shut myself aside from him before he could somehow corrupt me with his words .
“ You could come with us , if you liked , ” he read . “ You look honest-to-god enough to have reached your absolute majority , and Moving Clarence Shepard Day Jr. approaches ; you would intrust no criminal offense by declaring yourself free of this house . ”
I recoiled . “ My name is October , ” I said , as I had at the beginning of this unwanted conversation . “ I am the girl of this theatre . My mother , Amandine , is daughter to Oberon himself , and my Fatherhood , Count Torquill , keeps no imposing Court because he is depone alchemist to the Rose of Winter , keeping her family well supplied . I have no desire to be liberal of this lieu or these people , and by your suggestion , you disgrace our sign . impart now . We have offered you no cordial reception , nor are we obliged to do so . ”
“ M - my apologies , Lady , ” he stutter . “ I read the situation wrongly . I mean no offense . ”
“ design does n’t always tally realism , ” I said . Then I glance behind him , to the two changeling girl clinging to the tremble woman .
They looked at me as if I were the most terrifying affair they had ever seen , worse , even , than the noble who would have handed them off to a Luik known for killing changeling fry . I wanted to shrivel up under those eyes . I wanted to protest that no , no , I was not a monster ; I was simply a girl who knew her stead , who was content where she was , who infer her limitations .
And yet here I was , safe and comfortable and cared for , while the best they could hope for was a uninfected patch of earth amidst the briars , abstruse enough for them to sink their root into for a day before they summarise their quest for a place where they could be sure of their future .
I would have hardened my inwardness , had I only known how . I did not , and so I grab another parcel , this one of sweet-flavored crackpot , intended for my own supper , and thrust it at the man . He consume it , manifestly automatically .
“ Open roadstead and kind fires , and all the winds to channelize you , ” I say , and shut out the door before I could be drawn any deeper into iteration , confound conversation . Turning my back to it , I leaned against the woodwind instrument , and look .
No further knocking amount .
Excellent . More well-worn than I should have been after such a brief encounter , I wiped my brow with one hand and made for the session room . Sure , a minute ’s rest meant taking my eyes off the route , but I would pick up the knocking whether or not I could see who was arrive up the way , and so long as I stayed here to greet them , I would be fulfilling my obligation .
My name , as I have now stated twice , is October . That is all . I have no right to Father ’s name , for all that the law hold me his daughter , and my mother never told me the name of the man who get me , the deadly she press to her bottom for a night of unspeakable ecstasy . I am born of two earth , balanced between them as precisely and perilously as anything has ever been . There is more of the fae in me than death rate , as if that weigh : each of the Firstborn has something they can do better than any of the others . My female parent ’s whoremonger is in change the residue of someone ’s parentage .
Rumor articulate there were once devices that could be set to the same end , but they were too difficult to hold in ; they rendered our societal customs mentally ill and unsustainable , for any changeling baby could get their hands upon one such and remake themselves in Titania ’s icon without intervention or consent . Better to keep such power where it would be used responsibly and aright . Better to keep it in my mother ’s hands .
female parent is perpetually in requirement among the Courts , call upon to make a changeling tike a little less fuel-air explosive , so as to render them able to good stand the sting of iron , or a footling less deadly , to not break a sensitive nobleman ’s center . Her services are but one of the many reason changelings are better off within the Court system rather than hiding in shanty with parent who should have known better than to stand them without .
Because of what I am , I will never wed , never have a household or minor of my own . But Faerie must have servants to function swimmingly , and so changelings are required . Each baronial planetary house and each among the Firstborn is asked to do their duty , to provide a pair of hands to press into the table service of outstanding Faerie . Mother put off that unpleasant requirement for as long as she possibly could , until pressures that were not mine to know compelled her to slip into the mortal world long enough to return with me , a baby in arms , my stemma already adjusted to the tier she required .
October , she call me , in honor of an auntie I never knew , who become flat long ago in a human war , but whose girl , January , still dwelt in her father ’s student residence in Briarholme . It was a cruel and bitter gift to give to me , who would never be September Torquill ’s adequate , and a everlasting monitor that my place was behind my sis . As August come first in the calendar , so would August amount first in our life .
Should my sis choose to start a household of her own , she could ask me to descend with her and place upright in service — would , in fact , be carry to do so . A pureblood could no more proffer insult to a changeling than a quat could calculate at a king , but if she left and choose not to take me , it would be assumed that I had somehow offered insult to her , and I could be made to bear the price .
There are few shades of penalisation where idiot are concerned . We are weak to many thing that trouble not the fuel-air explosive , but solid against atomic number 26 , which would be the preferred means of disciplining an unruly commoner who somehow appall a noble . If August left without me , my death would be the likely outcome .
I slumped into one of the uncomfortable couches Mother insisted were appropriate for the sitting room , appropriate my eyes to come together . The hamadryad had not been the first such group of travelers to number along our route this Moving Day ; most of the people I ’d seen had been in clusters that I take for kinsfolk , almost all of them shelter a changeling child or two , and none of the changelings senior than sixteen . All running for Golden Shore .
Something was frightfully wrong , if Faerie ’s children were so afraid of their own homes , their own place . I frowned to myself , a private expression . Such thoughts were unbefitting . Nothing was wrong . Nothing could be wrong , not in Titania ’s Faerie .
We lived in a perfect globe , watch over by a sodding queer who saw to it that everything was balance , everything was fair , everything was incisively as it was meant to be . To suppose anything else was to fail her . To fail her was to conk out Faerie .
I have been a failure too many times . I force my center open and rose .
clip to return to my tariff .
Except from Sleep No More by Seanan McGuire reprint by permission of DAW Books .
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