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Wikipedia the free. Huge thanks to the amazing editorial team at Orbit. Devi, thanks for your many insights, your enthusiasm, and your guidance ushering me through an unfamiliar process.

Tim, thanks for taking a chance on me. Jennifer, you were my first contact at Orbit, and I have to tell you, the fact that I'd e-mail you a question and get an answer the same morning was a big deal.

Of course, then you started sending me paperwork-and then I knew I wasn't dreaming. Alex, thanks for your brilliant Web page design, the beautiful billboards, full page scratch-and-sniff ads in the New York Times, and those nifty little cardboard display stands at Borders.

They're fab. Lauren, thank you for taking my ones and zeros and making something real. Hilary, copyeditor extraordinaire, a special thanks for two words: They made the novel. I also want to thank all the other people at Orbit and Hachette who do the real work while we artists sit in cafes wearing black, drinking lattes. I'd mention you by name, but I don't know your names.

However, I do appreciate what you do to take my words and make something out of them. So, layout people, art people by the way, Wow! Crazy dreamers need a lot of encouragers.

Kevin, your being proud of me is about the best thing a little brother can get. Dad, one of my first memories is of sharing my worry with you about the space shuttle poking holes in the atmosphere and letting out all of Earth's air. Rather than rushing to correct me, you listened-and still do.

Jacob Klein, your encouragement and friendship over the years have been invaluable. You were there at the very beginning 4 A. Dennis Foley, you were the first professional writer who gave me time and guidance. You said you'd tell me if I should give up and get a real job-and that I shouldn't. Cody Lee, thanks for the unbridled enthusiasm; it still makes me smile. Thanks to everyone over the years who, on finding out I was a writer, didn't ask, "Oh, are you published?

You do realize the only people who usually read acknowledgments are looking for their own name, right? If you're quirky enough to read acknowledgments without knowing the author, you and I are going to get along fine. Picking up a book by an author you've never read is a leap of faith. Here's my offer: He stared at the narrow space beneath the wall, trying to get his nerve up.

The sun wouldn't come up for hours, and the tavern was empty.

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Most taverns in the city had dirt floors, but this part of the Warrens had been built over marshland, and not even drunks wanted to drink standing ankle-deep in mud, so the tavern had been raised a few inches on stilts and floored with stout bamboo poles. Coins sometimes dropped through the gaps in the bamboo, and the crawlspace was too small for most people to go after them. The guild's bigs were too big and the littles were too scared to squeeze into the suffocating darkness shared with spiders and cockroaches and rats and the wicked half-wild tomcat the owner kept.

Worst was the pressure of the bamboo against your back, flattening you every time a patron walked overhead. It had been Azoth's favorite spot for a year, but he wasn't as small as he used to be.

Last time, he got stuck and spent hours panicking until it rained and the ground softened beneath him enough that he could dig himself out.

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It was muddy now, and there would be no patrons, and Azoth had seen the tomcat leave. It should be fine. Besides, Rat was collecting guild dues tomorrow, and Azoth didn't have four coppers.

He didn't even have one, so there wasn't much choice. Rat wasn't understanding, and he didn't know his own strength.

Littles had died from his beatings. Pushing aside mounds of mud, Azoth lay on his stomach. The dank earth soaked his thin, filthy tunic instantly. He'd have to work fast. He was skinny, and if he caught a chill, the odds of getting better weren't good. Scooting through the darkness, he began searching for the telltale metallic gleam. A couple of lamps were still burning in the tavern, so light filtered through the gaps, illuminating the mud and standing water in strange rectangles.

Heavy marsh mist climbed the shafts of light only to fall over and over again. Spider webs draped across Azoth's face and broke, and he felt a tingle on the back of his neck.

He froze. No, it was his imagination. He exhaled slowly.

Something glimmered and he grabbed his first copper. He slithered to the unfinished pine beam he had gotten stuck under last time and shoveled mud away until water filled the depression. The gap was still so narrow that he had to turn his head sideways to squeeze underneath it.

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Holding his breath and pushing his face into the slimy water, he began the slow crawl. His head and shoulders made it through, but then a stub of a branch caught the back of his tunic, tearing the cloth and jabbing his back. Thank you for your support of the author's rights. The publisher is not responsible for websites or their content that are not owned by the publisher.

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The Hachette Speakers Bureau provides a wide range of authors for speaking events. To find out more, go to www. For Kristi, Without your sacrifices, the life I'm living now would still be just an unlikely dream.

They're all for you. That was the year my English teacher, Nancy Helgath, somehow made me cool when she encouraged me to read Edgar Allan Poe to my classmates at lunch. I soon started my first novel. I would go on to become an English teacher and a writer, and marry Kristi Barnes.

This book wouldn't have happened without my mother-for more than the obvious reason. I started reading late, and when I did, I hated it. This wasn't helped by a teacher who shouted "Choppy sentences! My mom took me out of school for a year to home school me insert social awkwardness joke here , and her dedication and patience gave me a love for reading. Thank you to my little sisters, Christa and Elisa, who begged for bedtime stories.

An enthusiastic and forgiving audience is a must for a budding teenage storyteller. Any princesses in my books are their fault. It's one thing to love reading; it's another to write. My high school English teacher, Jael Prezeau, is a teacher in a million.

She inspired hundreds. She's the kind of woman who could chew you out, cheer you on, make you work harder than you've ever worked for a class, give you a B, and make you love it.

She told me I couldn't break the grammar rules she taught me until I was published. It was a rule up with which I could not put. She tried. In college, I briefly considered politics. A few people turned me from disaster. One was an industrial spy I met in Oxford. On reading a story I'd written, he said, "I wish I could do what you do.

Then my best friend Nate Davis became the editor of our college literary journal and held a contest for the best short story. Wonder of wonders, I won the cash prize, and realized I'd earned slightly better than minimum wage.

I was hooked. It was better than I would do again for a long, long time. I started a new novel, and whenever I tried to do my homework, I could count on Jon Low to come knocking on my door.

I had no idea I was being prepared for having an editor. I must thank the Iowa Writers Program for rejecting me.This file is an unencrypted zipped archive containing a set of interrelated resources.

The Way of Shadows

Forgot password? Chapter 27 You were there at the very beginning 4 A. Last name. For Azoth, survival is precarious. In college, I briefly considered politics.

Holding his breath and pushing his face into the slimy water, he began the slow crawl.