Mirrored Heavens (Between Earth and Sky #3)

by Rebecca Roanhorse

On the palanquin was an almost transparent obsidian box the size of a human. Through the thin black glass, Zataya could just make out a figure dressed in gold that appeared to be sleeping. It was Naranpa. Beside the palanquin walked a lean figure in red. Sedaysa dipped her chin as the red-cloaked figure passed, and Zataya followed suit, but her surreptitious gaze was irresistibly drawn upward in curiosity. The stranger had an attractive and somewhat androgynous face marked by large, intelligent eyes and a long nose. Hair, midnight black, hung in soft waves to their shoulders, and, for no reason that she could discern, a shudder of alarm juddered through her body as those dark eyes focused on her. She quickly looked away, dropping her gaze to her feet, willing the stranger to look somewhere else. “The Priest of Knives,” Sedaysa murmured. “Iktan Winged Serpent. I have never had the pleasure, but xe was with Naranpa when the sun god claimed her. They say xe has not left her side.”