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Names: Madson, Devin, author.
Title: We lie with death / Devin Madson.
Description: First Edition. | New York, NY : Orbit, 2021. | Series: The reborn empire ; book 2
Identifiers: LCCN 2020023563 | ISBN 9780316536387 (trade paperback) | ISBN 9780316536363 (e-book)
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Map
Author’s Note
Character List
The Story So Far…
Chapter 1: Rah
Chapter 2: Dishiva
Chapter 3: Cassandra
Chapter 4: Miko
Chapter 5: Rah
Chapter 6: Dishiva
Chapter 7: Miko
Chapter 8: Cassandra
Chapter 9: Dishiva
Chapter 10: Rah
Chapter 11: Cassandra
Chapter 12: Miko
Chapter 13: Dishiva
Chapter 14: Rah
Chapter 15: Cassandra
Chapter 16: Miko
Chapter 17: Dishiva
Chapter 18: Rah
Chapter 19: Dishiva
Chapter 20: Cassandra
Chapter 21: Miko
Chapter 22: Dishiva
Chapter 23: Rah
Chapter 24: Cassandra
Chapter 25: Rah
Chapter 26: Miko
Chapter 27: Dishiva
Chapter 28: Cassandra
Chapter 29: Miko
Acknowledgements
Discover More
Extras Meet the Author
A Preview of We Cry for Blood
A Preview of The Unbroken
Also by Devin Madson
Praise for We Ride the Storm
To Miss I, for teaching me so much about myself. And also that the most special and important things in life are rarely easy.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
For those readers who are coming to this book straight from the original self-published version of We Ride the Storm, please be aware that there were a few significant changes in the new edition, including the addition of more Levanti characters (Yiss en’Oht, Lashak e’Namalaka, and more) as well as more Levanti worldbuilding, extra chapters (two from Miko’s perspective—an introductory one and one of her at the battle of Risian—and one from Cassandra’s), some significant tweaks to the way Miko’s political arc worked, and perhaps most importantly, a shift in the way the relationship between Gideon and Rah was portrayed. This change in particular may leave a few things in this book feeling odd or undeserved, and I apologise for the confusion. Try to just roll with it.
CHARACTER LIST
Levanti
Torin
Rah e’Torin—ousted captain of the Second Swords of Torin
Eska e’Torin—Rah’s second-in-command (deceased, Residing)
Kishava e’Torin—tracker (deceased)
Orun e’Torin—horse master (deceased, Residing)
Yitti e’Torin—healer
Jinso—Rah’s horse
Lok, Himi, and Istet—Swords of the Torin
Gideon e’Torin—First Sword of the Torin, now emperor of Levanti Kisia
Sett e’Torin—Gideon’s second and blood brother
Tep e’Torin—healer of the First Swords
Tor, Matsimelar, and Oshar e’Torin—the saddleboys chosen by Gideon to be translators
Nuru e’Torin—self-taught translator never used by the Chiltaens
Jaroven
Dishiva e’Jaroven—captain of the Third Swords of Jaroven
Keka e’Jaroven—Dishiva’s second, can’t talk. Chiltaens cut out his tongue.
Captain Atum e’Jaroven—captain of the First Swords of Jaroven
Loklan e’Jaroven—Dishiva’s horse master
Shenyah e’Jaroven—the only Jaroven Made in exile
Ptapha, Massama, Dendek, Anouke, Esi, Moshe e’Jaroven—Dishiva’s Swords
Other Levanti
Jass en’Occha—a Sword of the Occha
Captain Lashak e’Namalaka—First Sword of the Namalaka and Dishiva’s friend
Captain Yiss en’Oht—First Sword of the Oht, fiercely loyal to Gideon
Captain Taga en’Occha—First Sword of the Occha and Jass’s captain
Captain Menesor e’Qara—captain of the Second Swords of Qara
Jaesha e’Qara—Captain Menesor’s second
Senet en’Occha, Jakan e’Qara, Yafeu en’Injit, Baln en’Oht, Tafa en’Oht, and Kehta en’Oht—imperial guards
Nassus—Levanti god of death
Mona—Levanti goddess of justice
Kisians
Miko Ts’ai—daughter of Empress Hana Ts’ai and Katashi Otako
Emperor Kin Ts’ai—the last emperor of Kisia (deceased)
Empress Hana Ts’ai—deposed empress of Kisia
Prince Tanaka Ts’ai—Miko’s twin brother (deceased)
Shishi—Miko’s dog
Jie Ts’ai—Emperor Kin’s illegitimate son
Lord Tashi Oyamada—Jie’s maternal grandfather and regent
General Kitado—commander of Miko’s Imperial Guard
Minister Ryo Manshin—minister of the left, chief commander of the Imperial Army
Lord Hiroto Bahain—duke of Syan
Edo Bahain—duke of Syan’s eldest son
Captain Nagai—one of the duke’s men
Lord Nishi (Lord Salt)—a wealthy Kisian lord who beli
eves in the One True God
Chiltaens
Cassandra Marius—Chiltaen whore and assassin
The hieromonk, Creos Villius—head of the One True God’s church
Leo Villius—only child of His Holiness the hieromonk
Captain Aeneas—the hieromonk’s head guard
Swiff—one of Captain Aeneas’s men
Others
Torvash—the Witchdoctor
Mistress Saki—Torvash’s silent companion
Kocho—Torvash’s scribe and servant
Lechati—young man in Torvash’s service
THE STORY SO FAR…
Tensions are high between Imperial Kisia and neighbouring Chiltae. Raids along the border have increased the probability of yet another war, and in the hope of calming the situation a new treaty must be signed, sealed with a marriage between Leo Villius, son of the hieromonk of Chiltae, and Princess Miko Ts’ai. To challenge the emperor, Miko’s brother attacks Leo Villius as he crosses the border, but fails to kill him and is executed for treason.
Having the excuse they wanted to mount a full attack, the Chiltaens cross the border with an army supplemented with Levanti warriors from across the Eye Sea. Exiled from their homeland, Rah and his people have been forced into the service of the Chiltaens, though to fight the wars of others is against their tenets.
With the help of Cassandra, an assassin capable of reanimating the recently dead, the Chiltaens take the impenetrable city of Koi. Her contract is to kill Leo Villius for his father and she does so, only for Leo himself to return to claim his own head. For her failure, she is sold to the enigmatic Witchdoctor, the only man capable of removing the unwanted voice in her head.
After a failed challenge to wrest leadership of the Levanti from his one-time close friend Gideon e’Torin, Rah is made Leo’s bodyguard as the Chiltaen conquest continues south toward the Kisian capital. Intent on protecting it, Miko sides with the emperor against her mother, until he dies, leaving her to face the threat alone. After a tussle for supremacy with the emperor’s illegitimate child heir and his guardians, Miko crowns herself empress and rides out to meet the Chiltaens. They are unable to hold off the attack and the Chiltaens take the capital, only to be slaughtered when Gideon orders the Levanti to turn on their masters. Miko escapes before the carnage, and Rah, unable to accept the direction Gideon is leading them, is arrested.
1. RAH
Time does not pass in darkness. There are no days to count. No nights to sleep. In darkness you cease to exist as solitude wears your soul to a stub, but nothing could erode the truth in my heart. I was Levanti. A Torin. And this was not how a warrior of the plains died.
I gripped the bars and, sucking a deep breath through parched lips, began to sing our lament. We sang it for loss. We sang it for pain. We sang it beneath the stars and the scorching summer sun. We sang it when weak and we sang it when strong, but more than anything we sang it when we were alone. Gideon had taught me the words, along with a clutch of other children released from chores at the end of a travelling day. We had sat at his feet, fighting to sit closest as though his worn, sweaty boots were a shrine at which to pray.
“But what does it mean?” one of the others had asked—a child whose face and name had been lost to the haze of time, leaving only gratitude that someone else had asked so I need not look foolish.
“It’s a prayer,” Gideon had said, smiling at the foolish one. “In lifting your voice to the gods you will never be alone, because they will see you. Will hear you. Will honour you.”
He had ruffled the girl’s hair and left us staring after him. He might have been the Torin’s youngest Sword, just a child to the warriors he served with, but he had been like a god to us. To me.
When I finished, the song echoed on, slowly fading into silence.
Gideon did not come.
I dozed to be woken by my aching gut. Mere minutes might have passed, or whole hours. All I knew was hunger and thirst and darkness. My legs shook as I got to my feet, and I could not but think of our walk south, whipped and starved and shamed by the Chiltaens—Chiltaens later slaughtered by Levanti blades. Had Gideon released their souls? Or burned them like animals, head and all?
“Gideon!” My voice cracked, thirst cutting like razors into my dry throat. “Gideon!”
No answer came and I paced the length of the small cell, touching each of its bars. Seventeen in all, each perfectly smooth, the six that made up the door slightly thicker than the rest. No light. No breeze. No life. Nothing but darkness, and like the gnawing in my gut, fear began to eat at my thoughts. Had I been forgotten?
“Gideon! Yitti!”
Only echoes answered.
I did not hear footsteps, yet when I next opened my eyes I was no longer alone. Bright light pierced the bars and I winced, shuffling back across the floor until my shoulder blades hit stone.
“Sorry. I didn’t think.”
With a metal scrape the light faded from noon-sun to gloaming.
“You look terrible.”
I laughed. Or tried to, but it came out as a wheeze and my stomach cramped. “You should have let me know you were coming so I could bathe,” I said, every word a dry rasp.
“At least being stuck down here hasn’t affected your sense of humour.” Sett’s customary scowl came into focus as my eyes adjusted. “I’m not sure if—”
“I want to see Gideon.”
The only answer was the tink tink of the metal lantern growing hot, magnified by the silence. I let the words hang until at last Sett cleared his throat. “You can’t.”
“He cannot refuse to see me. I am a Sword of the Levanti. Of the Torin. I am—”
“He isn’t here, Rah.”
I stared at Sett’s harsh features like they were lines of script containing answers. “What do you mean he isn’t here? He’s gone home?”
Sett’s explosive laugh echoed along the passage. “No, he hasn’t gone home. He’s an emperor now, but it’s not exactly safe here, is it? The Chiltaens broke the city’s defences, and why bother rebuilding them when your empire is north of the river, not south? This is enemy territory now.”
“Enemy—?”
“No more questions, Rah. You are the one going home.” A key scraped in the lock, and with a grunt of effort, Sett unlocked the door.
Home. I had wanted nothing else since arriving, yet I did not move toward freedom.
Sett folded his arms as best he could while holding the lantern. “Really? After everything that’s happened, you’re still going to be a stubborn ass?”
“We don’t kill. We don’t steal. We don’t conquer.” I raised my voice over his complaints. “And the only way to remove someone from leadership of their Swords is through challenge or death. I am captain of the Second Swords of Torin until one of them challenges me for the responsibility.”
Sett growled, his fingers tightening upon the lantern’s handle. “Just go home, Rah. Go home.”
He turned then and, leaving the cell door wide open, started back along the passage. I followed the retreating light, my legs shaking. “Where are my Swords?”
“With Gideon,” Sett said, not stopping or slowing though I struggled to keep up, my feet dragging on the damp stone floor.
“What about Dishiva?”
“The same.”
“Leo?”
Sett stopped, turning so suddenly he almost swung the lantern into my face. “The Chiltaen’s God boy? Dead. You saw him die. His condition hasn’t improved.” Sett sighed. “Don’t do anything stupid, Rah. I know that’s hard for you, but this is your chance to escape this place, to go home, because if you give him trouble again, Gideon won’t have a choice but to—”
“To what?” I said as he started walking again, his swaying lantern leading the way like a drunken star. “To kill me?” I hurried after him. “Is that the new Levanti way
? To kill those who question decisions without challenge?”
Giving no answer, Sett started up a flight of stairs, each step a frustrated slam of boot on stone. I paused at the bottom to catch my breath, and nearly leapt from my skin as the fading light of Sett’s lantern lit the cell closest to the stairs. A man stood as close to the bars as he could get, staring at me, unblinking, in the manner of one committing my face to memory. I fought the urge to step back, to look away, glad of the bars between us. Untidy strands of hair hung around his dirty face, but through the shroud of neglect, familiarity nagged.
Sett’s footsteps had halted on the stairs.
“Who is this?” I said, not breaking from the man’s gaze.
“Minister Manshin,” came Sett’s reply from the stairwell. “The man who was sitting on the throne in the empress’s battle armour when we arrived.”
Minister Manshin, who had taken the empress’s place to trick her enemies, now stared at me through the bars of his cell. I wanted to assure him I had never sought Kisia’s ruin, that I was not his enemy, but I had fought with my people against his and no amount of words could change that. Words he wouldn’t even understand.
“Come on,” Sett grumbled, and as his footsteps resumed, the light bled from Minister Manshin’s face. I unpinned myself from his gaze and mounted the stairs.
Sett climbed slowly, yet still I could not keep up, increasingly breathless and aching as each step renewed my body’s demands for food and water and rest. Had pride and anger not kept me stiffly upright, I would have crawled on hands and knees.
When at last I reached the top, I steadied myself with a hand upon the rough-hewn stone and sucked deep, painful breaths. Sett’s footsteps continued on a way, only to stop and return when I didn’t follow.
“I’m sorry I left you down there so long,” he said, his face swimming before me. “I had no choice. You could only slip away unnoticed at night, and I had to wait for Gideon to leave.”