Shades in Shadow: An Inheritance Triptych (Inheritance, Book 0.5)
N. K. Jemisin
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A brand new fantasy novella by Hugo, Nebula, and World Fantasy Award nominated author N. K. Jemisin.
From the shadows of the greater stories, away from the bright light of Sky and wending 'round the sagas of the Arameri, come three quieter tales. A newborn god with an old, old soul struggles to find a reason to live. A powerful demon searches for her father, and answers. And in a prequel to the Inheritance Trilogy, a newly-enslaved Nahadoth forges a dark alliance with a mortal, for survival... and revenge.
Return to the world of the Hundred Thousand Kingdoms in this triptych of short tales.
• The Wild Boy
• The God Without a Name
• [i]The Third Why
and his boys and his ask-me-firsts in ways that no mere mortal could. The ones who crave drugs or drink, he heals or satisfies as they wish. He kills those users who would do more than the usual harm—and he can be in many places at once to do so. The streets he works acquire a reputation. Other whores come begging him to take over their streets, and he expands his territory cautiously. But no other godlings are interested in this particular demesne of mortal life; he has no competition. A few
is smiling a hunter’s smile. “I am a thing,” the boy says softly. “That’s what they’ve decided I am, and so that is what I will be. A thing need not bother with human niceties, yes? So now they will see.” This is more interesting than Nahadoth had assumed. He settles in to watch, glad of a respite from the boredom. * * * The boy goes away eventually. Nahadoth chooses not to think for a time. But he roams, because he cannot help himself. Everywhere there is darkness, Nahadoth exists. (In
creature’s suffering. The worms are just trying to survive, fine, but it feels wrong that they leave their prey alive while they do so. It’s wrong for suffering to continue for one minute, let alone endlessly, when death is available— And then, belatedly, he sees what he did not before. Within the nautilus are her eggs, almost ripe and ready for laying. Even as she dies, the mother nautilus pumps strength to these children of hers. Strength, and something more. “She chose their father for one
and ignore him. The younger ones watch him, a few coming to visit, and he ignores them in turn until they go away. He spends time with mortals but does not care about them. He leaves the planet sometimes, visits others that lack life altogether, and finds his greatest peace there. Through it all, he feels a sense of disquiet. Something is missing. Something is wrong. Well. What else is new? * * * “Well, you could use a name,” Yeine says when he finally seeks her out. They are in the gods’
a while trying to teach himself the gods’ language, which makes no sense to him beyond the most rudimentary level, and all of its vocabulary and conceptualizations are laced through with this understanding. Maybe if gods weren’t all crazy, their language wouldn’t be such an exercise in futility for him. “Thanks for telling me what I already know,” he says nastily, rising and dusting off his butt. No telling what, or who, he might pick up here. “You’re always so good at that.” Her jaw muscles