Ace Of Shades
By Amanda Foody
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Welcome to the city of sin, where casino families reign, gangs infest the streets...and secrets hide in every shadow
Enne Salta was raised as a proper young lady, and no lady would willingly visit New Reynes, the so–called City of Sin. But when her mother goes missing, Enne must leave her finishing school – and her reputation – behind to follow her mother's trail to the city where no one survives uncorrupted.
Frightened and alone, Enne has only one lead: the name Levi Glaisyer. Unfortunately, Levi is not the gentleman she expected – he's a street lord and con man. Levi is also only one payment away from cleaning up a rapidly unravelling investment scam, so he doesn't have time to investigate a woman leading a dangerous double life. Enne's offer of compensation, however, could be the solution to allhis problems.
Their search for clues leads them through glamorous casinos, illicit cabarets and into the clutches of a ruthless Mafia donna. As Enne unearths an impossible secret about her past, Levi's enemies catch up to them, ensnaring him in a vicious execution game where the players always lose. To save him, Enne will need to surrender herself to the city…
And she'll need to play.
Amanda Foody
Amanda Foody is a New York Times and indie bestselling author of YA and children’s fantasy novels, including the Wilderlore series, the All of Us Villains duology, the Shadow Game series, and more. She lives in Massachusetts with her partner and their feline Beastly companion, Jelly Bean. Visit her at AmandaFoody.com or on Instagram @AmandaFoody.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Going on my 10* Favorites shelf! : )
I listened to the audiobook of this because I really like Saskia Maarleveld so I figured she'd put on a good performance- And she did not dissapoint! I thought her voice was perfect for Sin City. : )
The author did a fabulous job of developing the characters! I didn't have strong feelings for any of the cast really at the beginning but by the end I absolutely adored Enne, Levi, Jac and Lola.
Enne completely surprised me! I didn't think she had a snowball's chance in hell of surviving in New Reynes but she didn't just survive, she was playing for keeps. You go girl!
I'm dying to find out what happens in the next book. Now I'm wishing I would've waited and read this like months later so the wait for book two wouldn't be so agonizing long. : ( - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This is the first book in The Shadow Game series by Foody. I got about 70 pages into this book before stopping it. This is another one of those gambling based fantasy YA books with magic in it. I just wasn’t into the story, so I decided to stop reading it. The beginning reminded me a lot of “Six of Crows” but not nearly as interesting or good.The story jumps between two characters; Enne and Levi. Enne is an educated young woman who is coming to New Reynes to search for her mother. Levi is the young leader of a gang that Enne’s mother was involved in.Everything about this was just not quite as good as I expected. The characters seemed a bit shallow, the city not describe quite well enough. The book reminded me of a cross between “Six of Crows” by Leigh Bardugo and “Caraval” by Stephanie Garber. In the end I couldn’t help feeling like this was a poor ripoff of both series and decided to set it aside.Overall I wasn’t a fan of this book, but I only read the first 70 pages or so. If you are interested in these sort of historical fantasy novels with a gambling/Las Vegasish theme to them I would recommend the “Six of Crows” series by Leigh Bardugo or the “Caraval” by Stephanie Garber instead.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I have mixed feelings about this book. On one hand, I did enjoy the world Foody created, a world where crime lords rule, gambling is a favorite vice, and politics is not only dirty but lethal. I found New Reynes sinister yet fascinating. However, I felt the build-up is painfully slow, and there were times the story lost momentum. I also felt there were so many things going on in the story that made it confusing to follow. Gratefully, more than halfway through the story, it finally made sense and gained traction, thanks primarily to Enne who is quite an unpredictable character. We see her metamorphosis from a scared, timid, prim and proper lady who was hell-bent on finding her mom, to a ruthess, cunning and fierce protagonist worthy to be called a lord. Of course there's sexual tension between her and Levi, the latter being a likeable character as well. But I have to admit, I'm more curious to see what Enne would do next in the second book.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I really enjoyed this, for lack of a better word, steampunk story of lost family, unknown origins, mobsters and death dealing city rulers. The Ace of Shades combines the ruthless drive of mob bosses, magic and the unforeseen friendship and companionship needed to find the truth and do what is necessary. This book almost lost me until our heroine finally grew a set and decided enough was enough. My favorite character is the dove, she was fantabulous and her sarcasm helped.the story move forward with shrill-like laughter from my smiling mouth.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I really enjoyed this, for lack of a better word, steampunk story of lost family, unknown origins, mobsters and death dealing city rulers. The Ace of Shades combines the ruthless drive of mob bosses, magic and the unforeseen friendship and companionship needed to find the truth and do what is necessary. This book almost lost me until our heroine finally grew a set and decided enough was enough. My favorite character is the dove, she was fantabulous and her sarcasm helped.the story move forward with shrill-like laughter from my smiling mouth.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I really liked this.
Enne starts off a bit irritating and wimpy but I like her growth into badass-ery. Gimmie all the violence!
pow-pow! shoot-bang! pew-pew! - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is one of the most talked about and most anticipated YA novels of the year (and it is only April); maybe it’s the hot red cover, or the invitation to "Take a card and stake your soul."Even if you usually shy away from books because of the hype around them, don't miss this one. The book begins with"To be frank, reader, you'd be better off not visiting the city at all,"in reference to the city of New Reynes, the so-called City of Sin (move over, Las Vegas), the city that ‘Ace’ is set in, and naturally, like most things we are warned against doing, we are more drawn in. Allow yourself into the world that author Amanda Foody has created, one where our lead character, Enne Salta has gone on a desparate mission to find her mother Lourdes, who she hasn't seen or heard from in months. Her one lead is a street lord, Levi Glaisyer, who is indebted to a con man, and lives under the clutches of a ruthless and frightening Mafia Donna called Vianca.Enne quickly finds herself shedding her finishing school veneer, and becomes entrenched in the ways of New Reynes, which is filled with illicit casinos, three rival gangs, and more shady characters than a Godfather movie (almost). Now onto the guts of my review (and there really were a lot of guts spilled in this book; it’s pretty violent, though no sexual violence, in case you're wondering about triggers).I’d say Enne is an unlikely heroine for this book, and at the beginning I had some serious reservations as to whether I would find her believable and whether she would come into her own. She ends up very determined, and she grew on me. With so many books being written about strong female characters these days, I think it IS hard to make them stand out and to make their idiosyncrasies believable. Enne here though has a past that she basically finds out gradually was a lie, and she slowly sheds pieces of herself and gets stronger because she not only has to, but because she discovers a new self and it’s liberating. I loved this part of her story.The other main character is Levi, who basically gets roped into Enne’s search for her mother, with the promise of enough ‘volts’ to make a payment in a bad investment scheme with a rival, should he help her. I really enjoyed Levi’s bad boy character, perpetually doing the wrong thing, confused over his motives, falling for the girl (and guys), and trying to maintain a street lord persona, even though he seemed to be incredibly young to be thrown into that role (mind you, in ALL of these books, these teens seem to take on these TITAN roles, seemingly beyond their years).There were countless minor characters, and should this be a movie, colorful supporting roles, that fleshed out this vivid imaginary world. Also, if it were a movie, it would be a set decorator and costume designer’s dream!Foody writes so much detail and imagery into this book, that at times, it’s a little hard to keep up, but I was engaged and thoroughly enjoyed this all the way through. I would definitely say this is for the upper range of teen years and upwards, as far as teen readers; it’s not light fare. I can’t compare to the previous book but I read at the back of this one, that THIS is the one that Foody threw all her dreams into to write, and I believe it. I’m absolutely looking forward to the follow-up. I know there’s even more of this great story coming.
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Ace Of Shades - Amanda Foody
Welcome to the City of Sin, where casino families reign, gangs infest the streets...and secrets hide in every shadow
Enne Salta was raised as a proper young lady, and no lady would willingly visit New Reynes, the so-called City of Sin. But when her mother goes missing, Enne must leave her finishing school—and her reputation—behind to follow her mother’s trail to the city where no one survives uncorrupted.
Frightened and alone, Enne has only one lead: the name Levi Glaisyer. Unfortunately, Levi is not the gentleman she expected—he’s a street lord and con man. Levi is also only one payment away from cleaning up a rapidly unraveling investment scam, so he doesn’t have time to investigate a woman leading a dangerous double life. Enne’s offer of compensation, however, could be the solution to all his problems.
Their search for clues leads them through glamorous casinos, illicit cabarets and into the clutches of a ruthless Mafia donna. As Enne unearths an impossible secret about her past, Levi’s enemies catch up to them, ensnaring him in a vicious execution game where the players always lose. To save him, Enne will need to surrender herself to the city...
And she’ll need to play.
Praise for Amanda Foody
and Daughter of the Burning City
Wow! A dark and dangerous tale, a world like no other, and heroism of the weirdest kind!
—#1 New York Times bestselling author Tamora Pierce
"Gomorrah makes for a fantastic, magical setting, a seedy mix of titillation and sin... Readers who enjoyed their whirl in Garber’s Caraval will want to get in line for entry to Gomorrah."
—The Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books
Amanda Foody’s stunning debut is full of velvety language, intricate worldbuilding, and a story that treads the fine line of horror and fantasy. This is the kind of read that makes your spine shiver, and your heart beat faster.
—Roshani Chokshi, New York Times bestselling author of The Star-Touched Queen
The world...is astoundingly vivid and complex, the smells, sounds and sights of the smoldering city/traveling carnival near tangible. Amanda Foody’s deliciously dark and magical whodunit has world-building so rich, the reader (like visitors to Gomorrah) is likely to leave with a hangover.
—Shelf Awareness
Utterly original. Amanda Foody has a wicked imagination. If you enjoy your fantasy on the darker side, then you will love Gomorrah!
—Stephanie Garber, New York Times bestselling author of Caraval
Foody’s colorful setting is vast—filled with magic, political intrigue, and the potential to grow.
—Publishers Weekly
I love the vivid, sumptuous world Amanda Foody has created: Sorina’s magic, her illusionary family and the Gomorrah Festival make for a wildly inventive mystery I won’t soon forget.
—Virginia Boecker, author of The Witch Hunter series
ACE OF SHADES
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To Mom-Mom.
Contents
Day One
Enne
Levi
Levi
Enne
Enne
Levi
Enne
Enne
Day Two
Levi
Enne
Levi
Enne
Day Three
Levi
Enne
Day Four
Levi
Enne
Day Five
Enne
Day Six
Levi
Enne
Levi
Day Seven
Enne
Day Eight
Enne
Levi
Day Nine
Enne
Levi
Levi
Enne
Levi
Enne
Day Ten
Enne
Levi
Enne
Levi
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Excerpt from Daughter of the Burning City by Amanda Foody
DAY ONE
To be frank, reader, you’d be better off not visiting the city at all.
—The City of Sin, a Guidebook: Where To Go and Where Not To
ENNE
If I’m not home in two months, I’m dead.
Her mother’s warning haunted her as Enne Salta lugged her leather trunk down the bridge leading off the ship, filling her with an inescapable sense of dread.
If I’m not home in two months, I’m dead.
It’d been four.
For the first time in fifteen days, Enne stepped onto dry land. Her balance veered from side to side as if she expected the gray cobblestones to tilt like the sea, and she white-knuckled the pier’s railing to compose herself. If the ground weren’t so littered with cigar butts and grime, she might’ve kissed it. Two weeks battling seasickness on a floating monstrosity could do that to a lady.
A woman shoved past her, not noticing Enne’s petite frame. The force of it nearly knocked Enne over. She glared at the woman’s ostentatiously feathered hat as it disappeared into the crowds.
Hmph, she thought. A lady shouldn’t rush. Barely five seconds in the so-called City of Sin and already people were rude.
As more passengers disembarked from the ship, the crowds around the customs tables swelled with hundreds of people, hollering and waving passports and jostling each other in an effort to reach the front of the lines. Most were young men, probably visiting New Reynes to sample its famous casinos and nightlife—but the number of families present surprised her. This city was no place for children.
And, she reminded herself, staring up at the sinister, smog-stained sky, it was no place for her, either.
As Enne joined the queues, she dug through her belongings for her tourist documents. Her purse was stuffed: her passport, a handful of gingersnap cookies leftover from last night’s dinner and a copy of The City of Sin, a Guidebook: Where To Go and Where Not To. As she fished out her papers, something fell and clinked when it hit the ground. Her token.
She scooped it up and clutched it to her chest. Her mother, Lourdes, had given her this token. It was two inches long and gilded, with an old Faith symbol of an eye etched on one side and a cameo of a past queen on the other. The Mizer kings had used these tokens as party invitations. It was probably illegal to own it—any remnants from before the Revolution twenty-five years ago had been destroyed, just like the Mizers themselves. But Enne couldn’t bring herself to throw away something so rare and precious. She tucked it safely back into her pocket.
With nothing to do but wait, Enne pulled out her guidebook and compared its cover to the city in front of her. The photograph of Luckluster Casino matched the stories of New Reynes: red lights that flashed without flame, women of loose morals dancing on street corners in sparkling, skin-tight corsets, gambling den owners beckoning passersby with seedy smiles and the allure of fast fortune.
But neither the stories nor the cover bore any resemblance to the city before her. From what she could see, New Reynes was a wasteland of metal and white stone. The factories in the distance glinted as if coated in liquid steel, and the clouds were so black she swore the rain would fall dark as coal.
Panic seized her as she examined the skyline—white and jagged as teeth.
All you know are stories, Enne told herself. And not all stories are true.
Next!
called the man at the customs table, and Enne hurried to his desk. He snatched the papers from her hands. Erienne Abacus Salta.
She cringed at the sound of her full name. No one called her that but her teachers.
The man wore round spectacles rimmed in faux gold, making his eyes appear magnified as they traveled from her face and slithered down her body. A Salta, eh? Then you’re a dancer.
By the way he said dancer,
drawing out the s sound and licking his lips, Enne knew he wasn’t picturing her ballet at finishing school.
Her cheeks reddened. City of Sin, indeed. She was not that kind of dancer. She. Was. A. Lady.
He glanced back at her paperwork. From Bellamy. Seventeen years old. You know, you hardly look seventeen.
She flushed deeper and counted backward from ten, lest she say something indecent and break one of Lourdes’s sacred rules.
Ladies should never reveal their emotions. That was the first rule.
The man checked the birth date on her passport, shrugged and returned to her travel documents. Blood talent is dancing, of course. What is the Abacus family talent?
Arithmetic,
she answered. Every person possessed two talents, one inherited from each parent. The stronger one was known as the blood talent, and the weaker was called the split talent. Enne’s Abacus split talent was so weak it might as well have been nonexistent, as if all her ability had gone to pliés and pirouettes rather than to simple math.
The man scribbled her talents and family names into a grease-stained booklet. How long is your stay?
The summer,
Enne said, trying to make her voice sound strong. School began again in September, and this was Enne’s final year before graduation, before her debut into society. All her life she had perfected her fouettés, memorized her table settings and obsessed over every salon invitation...all to graduate and earn the title of lady. She wanted it more than she wanted anything. It was all she’d cared about...
Until Lourdes went missing.
No matter how scared or how alone she felt, Enne swore to remain in this disgusting city until she found her mother. For however long it took. But secretly, selfishly, she hoped she’d find Lourdes before September. Without her debut, she wasn’t sure who she was supposed to become.
The man tapped his ballpoint pen at the bottom of the document. Sign your name here. If you can’t write, just put an X. And if you can read, go ’head and verify everything.
The document was a horror of fine print. At the top of the page was a check box for those with Talents of Mysteries. During the reigns of the Mizers, the various kingdoms had required every citizen to be classified into one of two categories based on their talents: Talents of Aptitude and Talents of Mysteries. Both Enne’s blood and split talent were considered Talents of Aptitude; anyone could develop a skill in dancing or arithmetic, even if they would never compare to those born with a family talent.
Talents of Mysteries, however, couldn’t be learned. Crudely put, they were magic—and even the Mizer kings, who’d had powerful Talents of Mysteries of their own, had considered them to be a threat. Before the Revolution, there had been harsh restrictions on where people could live and who they could marry based on their talents. It was one of the many reasons the Mizers were overthrown. And so Enne was shocked to find such a classification in an official document in New Reynes, the Republic’s capital, the home of the Revolution. It was archaic. Distasteful.
She signed her name in her best calligraphic script, ready to move on.
With a dreadful thud, the man pounded her passport with a wooden stamp bearing the Republic’s insignia, a circle with a bolt of lightning inside, meant to resemble an orb full of volts. The signature of Chancellor Malcolm Semper—the Father of the Revolution,
and still the Republic’s leader twenty-five years later—was engraved over it.
Handing her the papers, the customs man said, Enjoy New Reynes.
As if she could enjoy herself when her mother was lost in this rotten city.
Enne shoved her way out of the crowd and stared blankly at the vast New Reynes skyline. At the unfamiliar fashions of the people around her. At the bleakness of the city’s polluted sky. She had no idea where to begin. As she crossed the street, the people waiting to be reunited with their families looked straight through her, as though she didn’t exist.
On her tiptoes, Enne scanned the crowd for Lourdes, for her pale blond hair or signature crimson scarf. She was nowhere.
With the passing of each day beyond Lourdes’s deadline, Enne had begun to crack. As weeks lapsed, then months, the cracks had deepened and spread. Now, as she held her breath and desperately searched the faces of the strangers around her, she felt that she was more broken than not. One exhale, one sob, and all her pieces would shatter.
Lourdes is alive, she assured herself, just as she had done every day for months. The repetition of the words steadied her more than the words themselves.
Lourdes was alive. She was in this city. And Enne would find her.
She repeated the mantra several times, like twisting the key in a porcelain doll, winding herself back together.
Never allow yourself to be lost, Enne recited in her head. That was Lourdes’s second rule.
But she wasn’t lost. She was terrified, and that was worse to admit.
She was terrified that—no matter how many times she recited Lourdes’s rules, or how many times she wound herself back together—she’d made a dangerous mistake in thinking she could brave the City of Sin. If the stories were true, she was a schoolgirl who had just wandered into the city of the wolves.
She was terrified that Lourdes was dead, just as she had warned.
Lastly, she was terrified of finding her. For all of Enne’s life, it had been only her and Lourdes and no one else. Lourdes was her home, but that home had many locked doors. Her mother had rooms full of secrets Enne had been forbidden to see, secrets Enne had pretended didn’t exist.
Once she found Lourdes, it was past time Enne opened those doors.
Hands shaking, Enne pulled Where To Go and Where Not To from her pocket and turned the pages to the city map. The Brint River split New Reynes into two halves: the North and the South. She was currently in the harbor, the smallest district of the notorious North Side.
If a storm were to further delay my return or another unforeseen circumstance occurs, you can speak to Mr. Levi Glaisyer, a friend of mine who lives in New Reynes. He will be glad to help you.
That was from the mysterious letter Lourdes had sent Enne a month after she had left home. Enne had never heard of this Mr. Levi Glaisyer, nor had she the least idea how to find him. On the map, she scanned the various neighborhoods of the much more refined South Side: the Senate District, the Park District, the Student District...he could live anywhere.
Two police officers slumped against the wall of a warehouse, talking to a boy roughly Enne’s age. The officers wore tarnished white boots and jackets buttoned from hips to throat, the threads frayed, the pits stained, the collars scuffed.
The boy speaking to them had a harsh face, like someone had carved his features with a razor so that they sharpened as he scowled. His shoulder bones, hip bones and wrist bones all jutted out uncomfortably, stretching his skin taut, and he wore an oversize collared shirt that only extenuated his gaunt frame. His brown hair was wildly disheveled.
While the officers’ uncleanliness was off-putting, the authorities were probably a good place to start her search. Enne pocketed her guidebook and approached.
Show us your hands,
the first officer ordered the boy. He was tall with teeth like a shark—one of them gold.
The boy held up his palms. Happy? No scars.
How about rolling up your sleeves, then?
Shark asked slyly. The second officer nodded, a cigar dangling from his mouth. Enne fought the urge to cover her nose. The stench of it.
The boy reached for his sleeves, then stopped. Although Enne had little notion what they were discussing, she could sense the tension in their words. The boy seemed to be in some kind of trouble.
What?
Shark said, an ugly smile playing at his lips. Got tattoos you don’t want us to see?
Enne jumped forward at the boy’s hesitation, both to save him from whatever unpleasant conversation was unfolding, and because she didn’t have the time to wait. Who knew how long it would take her to find Lourdes?
Excuse me,
Enne interrupted. She flashed her best, practiced smile. All three of them ran their eyes over her plainly tailored suit and high-necked blouse. Amid the flashier haute couture of the women around her, she knew she stuck out as a tourist.
Enne cleared her throat nervously. I’m looking for someone. I was hoping you’d be kind enough to assist me.
Sure, missy,
Shark said as he elbowed Cigar suggestively. "We’d be glad to help ya. But we have to deal with him, first."
You can’t arrest me,
the boy growled. I ain’t done anything.
Then show us your arms and prove you’re not an Iron.
The boy didn’t move, only glared at the officers.
Please,
Enne interrupted again. I’m looking for a woman named Lourdes Alfero. She’s been missing since February.
Enne drew the letter from Lourdes out of her pocket and unfolded it. She gave me the name of a Mr. Levi Glais—
Alfero?
Shark repeated. Why you lookin’ for her?
He shoved the boy aside and advanced on Enne. He was two heads taller than her, and twice as wide. Enne was swallowed beneath his shadow.
Um...
Enne stammered, the words dying on her tongue.
The other man dropped his cigar and ground it into the dirt with his heel. There’s probably a mistake. Ain’t that right, missy?
Enne glanced toward the boy, but he’d taken advantage of the distraction she’d provided and fled.
Her stomach knotted. Did they know something about Lourdes? Enne thought back to another line from Lourdes’s letter: I encountered a little trouble that has delayed my return...
Who’s Lourdes Alfero to you?
Shark’s fingers twitched as he reached for something at his side. A gun.
No one,
Enne said hurriedly, doing her best not to stutter. Never let anyone see your fear. Another one of Lourdes’s rules—one Enne was certainly breaking. Her chest tightened as Cigar stepped closer, close enough to grab her. My apologies. I believe there’s been a mistake. Thank you very much for your time.
Enne dragged her trunk back into the crowd before they could stop her. Her mind raced as she attempted to conjure some sort of explanation for the officers’ reactions. Surely, they must’ve confused her mother’s name with someone else’s.
An uneasiness settled into her stomach—maybe there’d been no mistake. She was in the center of the harbor landing, but all around her were locked doors, locked doors.
Someone tapped Enne’s shoulder. She shrieked and whipped around.
Scare much?
The boy smirked.
You know, it’s rude to startle people, and—
And she needed to get out of here.
Look over my shoulder.
He leaned down like he was whispering in her ear, allowing her to see beyond him.
The two police officers pushed through the crowd in their direction. Enne’s hands began to sweat inside her lace gloves.
Who are you?
he asked. First you’re looking for Levi Glaisyer, and now you got the whiteboots tailing you.
You know Mr. Glaisyer?
How could a boy like this know a gentleman? He smelled like he slept in a sewer, and there was something about his face that unnerved her—not so much his crooked frown as his crooked smile. He looked like a warning from her guidebook.
He rolled up his left sleeve to reveal a black tattoo of a club on the underside of his arm, like the card suit. It was small, halfway between his wrist and elbow. I’m an Iron.
I’m afraid I’m not familiar with...the terminology.
Though, even as she said it, Enne realized it did sound familiar. Something she had read in the section about the North Side. Admittedly, she’d skipped most of those parts. The North Side’s reputation was so dirty, even its chapters in her guidebook looked a little bit stained.
The boy leaned down a second time. The whiteboots watched them from the end of the block, and Shark kept one hand on his gun. You’re lost, missy. And walking straight into some muck. So take my advice: ditch your trunk, and scram. Playing nice is the same as losing in this city.
Before she could adequately digest what he’d said, he whispered, Three, two, one.
He took off.
Behind her, Shark and Cigar shoved their way toward her, cursing and knocking travelers aside. Enne whimpered, terrified, yet loath to abandon all her possessions.
But the decision took only a moment. She was lost, and the boy knew Mr. Glaisyer, Enne’s only connection to finding Lourdes. Maybe Mr. Glaisyer could explain the misunderstanding between the whiteboots and her mother. Maybe he possessed the key to those locked doors. And besides, possessions could be replaced.
She dropped her trunk, yanked up the hem of her skirt, and sprinted after the boy.
He ran two blocks past the end of the harbor before turning down an alley. Wheezing, she forced her legs to move faster. Her heels clicked loudly with each step, and sweat dampened her forehead and undersleeves. Enne couldn’t remember the last time she’d run. This behavior must’ve breached every one of Lourdes’s rules.
The boy slipped down another alley up ahead, while Enne trailed fifty paces behind. What if she lost him? For every step she made, he’d already made three. He clearly had some sort of speed talent, which explained why his features were so angular—like he’d been made to be aerodynamic. She passed a pawnshop and an outdoor grocer, but no one looked twice at her, as if a girl fleeing from the authorities was a common morning occurrence in New Reynes. Maybe it was.
The next alley had no streetlights, and thanks to the black clouds and towering buildings, she could hardly see where her feet landed. Soon the noises of the main street—the motorcars, the shouting, the traffic whistles—disappeared, and it became eerily quiet. Only their footsteps remained. Enne’s heart pounded so hard, she felt the beats in her back.
The buildings here looked different, too. In the harbor, the shipping houses were made of a weathered white stone—the kind her guidebook described as characteristic of the city. But the architecture around her now was gothic and black, full of spires and archways and wrought iron. Everything was sharp, a place designed to cut. To draw blood. It was the kind of dark where shadows didn’t exist. Wherever she was...she shouldn’t be here.
She turned a corner and found the boy waiting for her. He stood at the doorway of a house with boarded windows and shriveled ivy crawling up its gutters. He grabbed her by her blazer and jerked her inside. She crashed to the wooden floor.
They were in a dusty, unused kitchen. Two panels on the ceiling flickered with murky light.
The boy bent over her. So, why are you looking for Pup?
Enne scrambled to her feet and smoothed out her dress, hyperaware of how inappropriate their situation was. They were alone in goodness knows where. She didn’t know his name. She didn’t even know what he wanted.
What had she done?
No emotions, no fear, she thought. She smiled and adjusted her posture, but that couldn’t have made much of an impression, panting and sweating as she was.
Well, I’m actually looking for my mother, Lourdes Alfero,
Enne explained. She mentioned Mr. Glaisyer to me in a letter. She said he’d be glad to help.
I never knew Pup to be glad to help anyone,
he said darkly. Sure you got the right man?
Dread blossomed in her like black ink soaking through paper. Could there have been some other mistake? I believe so,
she replied meekly. How are you acquainted with him?
Acquainted?
he echoed. With his thick New Reynes accent, he didn’t pronounce the t. It reminded Enne that she was awfully far away from home.
How do you know Mr. Glaisyer?
she asked.
Everyone does,
he answered. He’s the lord.
Footsteps thudded down a staircase, and two others entered the kitchen. The first was another boy, also about Enne’s age. He had a soldier’s look to him: broad shoulders, a shirt too tight for his muscular build and an expression like he was never much surprised about anything—that, or he didn’t care. Black-and-white tattoos covered his arms, some disappearing into his sleeve, snaking up his neck. Among them were two small ones, the only ones with color: a red J on one arm, and a diamond on the next, in the same places as the first boy’s. He wore his trousers cuffed and his blond hair slicked back underneath a newsboy cap.
Like a gangster, she thought. She took a step closer to the door.
The other person was a girl, maybe thirteen years old. She had golden skin and thick black hair, which was cut bobbed and jagged. She wore men’s clothes that were several sizes too large and a pair of ruby earrings that Enne imagined she’d stolen. On the underside of her forearms, just like the boys, she had two tattoos: a black spade on the left, a five on the right.
The boys met each other’s eyes sternly. Where’ve you been, Chez?
the soldier one demanded. And where—
his eyes wandered over to Enne —did you find a missy like this?
Near Tropps Street. She was wandering around...an easy target, really—
You’re a bad liar,
the soldier one said. "You’ve been pickpocketing near the harbor again. You know Levi has business with the whiteboot captain. Business worth a lot more than a few volts in some tourist’s pocket."
Enne perked up at the mention of Levi. So they both knew him.
Then where’s my paycheck, Jac?
Chez growled. "Where’s her paycheck? He gestured toward the girl. When the soldier boy—Jac—didn’t respond, Chez added,
I found this missy asking the whiteboots about Pup—I mean, about Levi. Levi and some other person. Then they started tailing her. Chez took a switchblade out of his pocket and flipped it between his knuckles—deftly, expertly. Enne’s mouth dried, and she hugged her purse to her side.
She’s kinda thick."
Jac tugged at his cap and nodded at Enne, who tried not to appear nervous. From his build, Enne guessed he had a strength talent. If he grabbed her, she wouldn’t be able to escape. And if she ran, Chez would catch her.
They all knew Levi Glaisyer, but something was wrong. Without knowing why, she felt trapped. Fifty minutes in the city, and she’d already made a dangerous mistake.
Jac stepped closer to Enne and stared at her with such intensity that, if not for years of etiquette training, would’ve made her drop her gaze to the floor. Lost or not, strength and speed talents or not, she refused to let them know they intimidated her.
What’s your name?
he asked, arms crossed.
Enne,
she said, clearly, loudly, as if answering roll call rather than speaking to a potential delinquent.
Don’t speak about yourself unless asked. Never show fear. Never allow yourself to be lost. No emotions. Don’t trust anyone unless you must.
Lourdes had drilled dozens of rules into Enne in the hope that they would become second nature. Usually, they were. Sometimes Enne could hear her mother’s voice in her head, whispering about etiquette and precautions. But right now, all she could focus on was Chez’s knife twirling around his index finger and the seriousness in Jac’s gray eyes. Even the girl looked threatening, and she was younger than Enne.
Enne held her breath, but even so, she felt herself cracking...shattering.
Enne? That’s a letter, ain’t it?
Jac asked.
Yes.
She didn’t hide her astonishment well, but the boy didn’t seem to notice.
You from around here?
I’m from Bellamy.
Quite a journey.
He smiled, and she relaxed a bit when she noticed his dimples and the way his ears stuck out. When did you get here?
An hour ago.
A wave of nausea crashed over her when she remembered that she’d left her trunk with all her belongings near the harbor. Someone would’ve stolen them since then. Now her only means of paying for her stay in New Reynes and her ticket home were the thousand volts she was carrying, meant to last an entire summer. She hadn’t anticipated buying new clothes or other necessities while in the city.
She was lost, surrounded by strangers, and all she had were the contents of her purse. And it was—mostly—her own fault.
When she caught Chez and the girl both staring hungrily at her bag, she hugged it closer.
Fear. Lost. Emotions. Trusting... Were there rules for when she was breaking every rule?
I don’t know why you wanna see Levi,
Jac said, shaking her trembling hand, but anyone who outruns two whiteboots on their first day here seems trustworthy in my book.
Even if he trusted her, Enne knew better than to trust him. She knew better than to trust anyone in New Reynes. Except, hopefully, this Levi Glaisyer.
Levi will be here in an hour,
he said, and those were the only words that held her together. He’s busy, and I can’t make promises, but I’ll make sure he talks to you.
He took her arm and led her to the sitting room, his smile a little too wide, his grip a little too tight. I’m Jac Mardlin. Allow me to be your official welcome to the City of Sin.
LEVI
Muck. Of all the gambling taverns in the city, why had the whiteboot captain chosen Grady’s? Levi Glaisyer hadn’t set foot in there since he’d handed Grady his resignation four years ago. He paced back and forth in the alley outside the tavern, dropping the copy of The Crimes & the Times he’d been carrying. On the front page, a photograph of Malcolm Semper, the oh-so-respected Chancellor of the Republic, soaked up the muddy rainwater.
After a few more moments of cursing, Levi gathered his nerve, straightened his felt homburg hat and strode to the door.
The inside of the tavern hadn’t changed at all. It still reeked of tobacco and burnt food, and the patrons were loud, even now, early in the morning. A group of men seated at the main card table—what was once Levi’s card table—were dressed in clothes with more patches than original fabric. A woman in fishnet stockings giggled and toppled into one of their laps.
The dealer at the table did a double take once he noticed Levi. Most gamblers considered Levi to be the best dealer in the city, and he didn’t normally show his face in establishments as small-time as this one.
But he hadn’t come to gamble. He’d come for business.
Levi searched the room for Jamison Hector, the captain of the city’s whiteboots. The two of them were supposed to meet here at ten o’clock sharp, and Levi had been on edge about it for days. He wasn’t usually the sort to rendezvous with authority—if only on principle—but lately, Levi had done a lot of things he’d never thought he would.
He locked eyes with the captain at a table in the back corner but made it only halfway to him before Grady slapped his shoulder, hard enough for him to wince.
Levi, never thought I’d see you again,
Grady said with a laugh. His enormous gut tremored. How you doing?
As if Grady didn’t know how Levi was doing, what he’d become since his stint here as an amateur card dealer. Reputation aside, he was easily recognizable with his dark brown skin, his calculating gaze and his signature coarse curls—bronze at the roots, but black at the ends, like a burnt-out match. Levi had a look like he was trying to sell you something, and a smile that made you want to buy it.
I’ve been busy,
Levi answered. How’s business?
"Just hired another new dealer and had some rotten luck. He barely makes ten percent profit. Ten percent."
Levi whistled with feigned concern.
It was better when you were dealing for me. No, don’t bother apologizing. St. Morse must shell out three times what I paid you. At least.
Try ten times, Levi thought. But that doesn’t come without strings attached.
I could get you an Iron,
Levi offered, always the businessman. He made a show of adjusting his sleeves to brandish his tattoos: the ace on one arm, the spade on the other. They marked him as the Iron Lord. I found this new kid who deals pretty well—
I would, but I can’t. The whiteboots keep paying me visits lately, and I don’t want any trouble.
Before Levi could point out that technically speaking, the Irons were the only gang that didn’t break the law, Grady continued, They think I’m smuggling.
Aren’t you?
Of course.
He laughed again. I’ll get you a drink, on the house. Anything for my best dealer—and youngest, I might add. A Snake Eyes—that still your favorite?
Sure is,
Levi said politely, though he’d never had a taste for the drink. It was also barely ten in the morning. Thanks.
You should stop by more often. Teach the new fellow how it’s done.
Maybe I will,
Levi lied. He had no intention of revealing his tricks to anyone, especially a no-name dealer who wasn’t an Iron.
When Grady walked away, Levi approached the whiteboot captain. The captain wasn’t dressed in his usual uniform, but Levi never forgot a face—and the captain had an interesting one. His nose had been broken so many times that it was bent decidedly to the left, and an ugly scar traced across his jawline to the place where his right ear had once been.
Not every day I have a drink with the Iron Lord,
the captain said. He had a grandfatherly voice—all condescension, but with an added hint of malice. He looked Levi over more closely. But you must be barely old enough to drink. Isn’t that right?
Levi tilted his head to the side and cracked his neck, a nervous habit of his. He hated the way people talked to him in this city—like he was nothing. No, like he was worse than nothing. Like he was a joke.
Levi reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk pouch filled with seven orbs. He set it on the table in front of the captain.
The man raised his eyebrows and opened it. He pulled out the first orb. It was a clear glass sphere, about the size of a billiard ball. White sparks, called volts, sizzled within the glass.
The captain held it up to the lamplight and examined it. This is good quality.
Only the best for my clients,
Levi said smoothly.
You make it?
No. I’m not in the orb-making business.
Not anymore.
"Yes, we’re all aware what kind of business you’re in," the captain said drily. He pulled out a mechanical volt reader, flipped open the orb’s metal cap and slipped the antenna inside. The meter read 180 volts. He did this with the other six orbs, even though it was widely known that Levi would never cheat a client. They were all there. Every volt he owed him.
Dealing in orbs was a very official way of doing business—it made Levi look more legitimate. As a currency, volts could be traded in two ways. Glass orbs, like the