Chapter 8: What I Owe the Moon

I couldn't lift my foot. My own shadow had gone red on the sand and it was holding me the way a pin holds an insect. Above me the blood moon opened into an eight-pointed rune the size of the arena and started to turn. "That's the Gallows," Ulric was shouting from the Blood Moon box — and Gods, the joy in his voice. "That's an execution rite! It's over, she's finished, nobody survives the—" "Sera!" My mother, screaming. "SERA!" Corvin walked down the steps toward the sand with his bone...