Threads That Bind (Threads That Bind, #1)

by Kika Hatzopoulou

impress

cormorant

It wasn’t her place to decide what or how much others loved, she said. Which Io found very noble, and very useless.

Was it so wrong to have this one sweet thing to cherish, a fate larger than life, a destiny beyond the laws of nature?

the Rossk god of darkness

Also known as Gemini, the Dioscuri were the twin gods Castor and Pollux, patrons of sailors and travelers. Their descendants, the dioscuri-born, were twins with the ability to track both the paths one had traveled and those one would travel. Much like moira-born, they used something akin to the Quilt, but instead of threads they saw pathways on the ground, alit in bronze. The eldest saw the paths taken in the past, the youngest the paths to be taken in the future.

He was a short man but built like a wardrobe: big and sturdy and unbendable.

But that was Alante for you: alabaster duplicity.

“Listen,” he said, “if it’s any worth, I understand. There is violence in kindness, and kindness in violence.”

The night tide had reached the Hill, seawater crawling up cobblestone streets like a horde of iridescent insects.

The pause elongated, and this eerie absence of response became the scariest thing Io had faced all night.