The Black Knife
By Jodi Meadows
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Skyvale is on the verge of becoming a battleground. Told from the perspective of Tobiah, the crown prince with a dangerous secret, and set two years before the heart-racing action of The Orphan Queen, this 100-page digital novella brings to life one of Jodi Meadows’s most beloved characters.
Tobiah Pierce has been beaten and broken and has lost two people he cares about. His worst enemy knows his deepest secret. What he thought he knew about his family has fallen apart. And his parents push harder than ever for him to court Lady Meredith. But with the imminent threat of firefly, the newest and deadliest version of a magical drug, Tobiah doesn’t have time to sort through his problems. If he doesn’t act immediately, firefly will suffocate the city and everyone in it.
The Black Knife is the final of four prequel novellas that offer existing fans a deeper insight into a favorite character and the complex city of Skyvale, while new readers will find a stunning introduction to this rich world and the heart-pounding fantasy of the Orphan Queen series.
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Jodi Meadows
The Lady Janies are made up of New York Times bestselling authors Brodi Ashton, Cynthia Hand, and Jodi Meadows. They first met in 2012, when their publishers sent them on a book tour together, and they hit it off so well they decided to write My Lady Jane so they could go on book tours together all the time. Between the three of them they’ve written more than twenty published novels, a bunch of novellas, a handful of short stories, and a couple of really bad poems. They’re friends. They’re writers. They’re fixing history by rewriting one sad story at a time. Learn more at ladyjanies.com.
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The Black Knife - Jodi Meadows
CONTENTS
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Excerpt from The Mirror King
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About the Author
Books by Jodi Meadows
Copyright
About the Publisher
ONE
I COULDN’T REMEMBER how I got home.
One minute, I was running through the warehouse district, and the next, I was on my balcony, dropped to my knees. My body shook. My mask stuck to my face. I leaned over and heaved. I was covered in other people’s blood.
The clock tower struck four—only a couple of hours until dawn.
The glass door to my room opened and James stepped out. Tobiah?
I looked up and tore the mask off my head. Cool air stung my face and throat.
Saints.
James rushed at me and took the mask from my clenched fingers. What happened? Is that your blood? You look—
He shook his head.
I must have looked like death. It’s not my blood,
I rasped after a heartbeat. Most of it wasn’t my blood, but I couldn’t manage any more just yet.
Good.
His shoulders dropped as tension ran out. A cracked rib we can hide. Minor cuts and bruises might be from sword practice. But this? What happened? Tell me everything.
With some encouragement—and help—I got to my feet and followed James into my quarters. I washed up, first peeling off the dirty, bloody clothes. My shirt was ripped from the falls and the fights, and maybe I’d been hit with weapons, too. I couldn’t tell one pain from another.
Haltingly, I told James about the events of the night, from finding Romily, to the setup and betrayal, to the Nightmares and the glowmen. I killed him,
I whispered. Mercush. Romily’s brother.
He wasn’t human anymore.
James kept his tone hard. He killed his own sister and he would have killed you.
I know.
I pulled off the wrap binding my ribs. The cloth was soaked with blood and sweat, and a huge bruise flowered over my cracked rib, still blue and purple in the center, but browning at the edges. Tonight’s events probably hadn’t helped the healing. I know Mercush wasn’t human anymore, and that’s how I justified it to myself. But then I watched the last glowman kill the Nightmares, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.
James closed the space between us and didn’t quite touch my shoulder, like he wasn’t sure I didn’t have some grave injury there. But his voice remained calm and steady, with a new intensity. They saw your face. They might have identified you. Still, you didn’t kill them. The glowman did. That’s not your fault.
Was it my fault if I could have saved them? Was my identity more important than their lives? They were Nightmares. Criminals. They consorted with Hensley and other shine-makers and flashers.
But they were also my people, and what kind of prince was I—what kind of king would I be—if I allowed them to be slaughtered by monsters? Even monsters they’d created? Surely I could do something more than kill glowmen—and let them kill Nightmares. There had to be a better way.
Sill, generations of kings hadn’t stopped shine and glowmen. Why did I think I could?
Well, maybe those kings simply hadn’t been doing enough. That was why I’d resorted to vigilantism, after all.
To complicate my problems, Hensley would soon know I’d lived, if he didn’t already. He’d be furious when he saw me. He’d take measures to protect his firefly and delivery.
Tomorrow night. The delivery would happen tomorrow night.
I found a clean bandage for my ribs and wrapped it tightly around. A sack of ice wouldn’t go amiss right now, but I didn’t want to wake anyone just because I’d nearly died.
Dressed again, I ran damp fingers through my hair and staggered to the writing desk in my bedroom, grabbed a few supplies, and returned to the parlor, where I placed everything on the table. Pens. Ink. Paper.
What are you doing?
James followed me around, ready to help.
I need to write a list.
I wiped the nib clean before dipping it into the ink. Of things I’ll need next time I go out. Can you get them?
Maybe you should rest first.
James sat across from me. At least for a few hours.
I couldn’t have the luxury of rest. There was too much to do. Ranged weapons, for sure. Have I mentioned a small crossbow to you? One of the Nightmares on the roof the other day had one. I’d want mine to be even smaller. I’d have to be able to hook it to my belt.
Does this mean you’re going to need a new belt too?
Yes. It’ll need to hold lots of items.
I wrote as quickly as I could. Including a pouch for painkillers. Enough for me and anyone injured I come across.
You can’t medicate the whole city, Tobiah.
I’m not going to try. But I need the option to help relieve pain when I see it.
Fine.
He grabbed the paper and pen from me. Just let me write. This is illegible. When was the last time you slept?
My hands fell to the tabletop, bruised and scratched, knuckles skinned. They needed treatment, but I didn’t want to stand up again, now that I was sitting down. I’m not completely sure what day it is,
I admitted.
James spent a few moments rewriting my list and complaining about my refusal to sleep. You won’t heal like this, you know.
Make sure you add plenty of crossbow bolts and a spare string.
I nodded to myself, but the motion made my head swim. A spare mask as well. Saints, what else? I had so many ideas just the other day.
I was thinking I’d make a few smoke bombs. You’d have to light a fuse, but they’d give you a way to distract people or cover yourself.
Where did you learn to make smoke bombs?
I almost frowned, but it hurt too much.
The Academy. Chemistry.
I sighed. I’ve always thought the Academy would provide a more interesting education than a string of tutors. You’ve just proven me correct.
He finished writing and turned to a blank page. You’re rattled. It’s understandable. And you’re exhausted.
I’m not ready to go to bed yet. There’s too much on my mind.
It was true. Though my thoughts came sluggishly, I couldn’t stop thinking. I was too tired to sleep. Too rattled.
Rattled. What a soft word for everything I was feeling. Not that there were words for the overwhelming sense of foreboding and regret. For the uncertainty and horror.
Maybe,
James said after a minute, "instead of a list of supplies, we make a statement of what you—as the vigilante—stand for. What are you willing to do? What