Praise for New York Times bestselling author Maria V. Snyder
‘A compelling new fantasy series.’
-SFX Magazine on Sea Glass
‘Maria V. Snyder tantalises readers with another complex, masterful story set in a magical world so convincing that she’ll have you believing that it’s actually real.’
-YAReads.com on Storm Glass
‘Wonderfully complex …
Opal finally comes into her own in Spy Glass.’ - Fantasy Book Review
‘This is one of those rare books that will keep readers dreaming long after they’ve read it.’
-Publishers Weekly Starred Review on Poison Study
‘Filled with Snyder’s trademark sarcastic humour, fast-paced action and creepy villainy, Touch of Power is a spellbinding romantic adventure that will leave readers salivating for the next book in the series.’ - USA TODAY on Touch of Power
‘Maria V. Snyder is one of my favourite authors.’
-New York Times bestselling author Rachel Caine on Inside Out
Night Study
Maria V. Snyder
To my inspiring and awesome writer’s retreat ladies—
Nancy Hunter, Mindy Klasky, Jeri Smith-Ready, and
Kristina Watson. Remember…what happens during a
writers’ retreat stays at the retreat!
Contents
YELENA
Valek blinked at me. “You’re what?”
I drew in a deep breath and held up the glass vial filled with moon potion. My hand trembled, sending waves through the white liquid inside. “Pregnant... I think.”
“Before we celebrate, love, let’s go over your logic.”
Surprise pierced my growing panic, and I glanced at him. “You want to celebrate? I was taking the moon potion to prevent this.”
He took the vial from me and set it on the bed. Then he laced his fingers in mine and pulled me close. “Of course it would be a cause for celebration. Well, a quiet celebration.” Valek gave me a wry smile—we both had so many enemies, it wouldn’t be smart to announce my condition to the world.
My anxiety eased a bit.
“Now, why does that vial mean you’re with child?” Valek asked.
“Healer Hayes told me to take the potion after I...bled...so I’d be protected for another year. But I haven’t yet, and it’s been...” I calculated in my head. It’d been six weeks since I’d last had my blood cycle. “I’m two weeks late.” My stomach churned with distress—talk about