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To be or not to be

When a minority race of telepaths is wrongly suspected of causing a near–devastating tidal wave, Private Kaylin Neya is summoned to Court—and into a PR nightmare. To ease racial tensions, the Emperor has commissioned a play, and the playwright has his own ideas about who should be the focus…

But Kaylin works her best magic behind the scenes, and though she tries to stay neutral, she is again drawn into a world of politics…and...

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Overview

To be or not to be

When a minority race of telepaths is wrongly suspected of causing a near–devastating tidal wave, Private Kaylin Neya is summoned to Court—and into a PR nightmare. To ease racial tensions, the Emperor has commissioned a play, and the playwright has his own ideas about who should be the focus…

But Kaylin works her best magic behind the scenes, and though she tries to stay neutral, she is again drawn into a world of politics…and murder. To make matters worse, Marcus, her trusted Sergeant, gets stripped of his command—leaving Kaylin vulnerable. Now she's juggling two troubling cases, and even magic's looking good by comparison. But then, nobody ever said life in the theater was easy…

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Editorial Reviews

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"Along with the exquisitely detailed worldbuilding, Sagara's character development is mesmerizing. She expertly breathes life into a stubborn yet evolving heroine. A true master of her craft!"
-RT Book Reviews (4 ½ stars) on Cast in Fury

"No one provides an emotional payoff like Michelle Sagara. Combine that with a fast-paced police procedural, deadly magics, five very different races and a wickedly dry sense of humor-well, it doesn't get any better than this."

-Bestselling author Tanya Huff on The Chronicles of Elantra series

"The impressively detailed setting and the book's spirited heroine are sure to charm romance readers as well as fantasy fans who like some mystery with their magic."

-Publishers Weekly on Cast in Secret

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As a member of the Hawks, sworn to defend the city of Elantra, Private Kaylin Neva has managed to maintain friendly relations with the five races that coexist within the city boundaries. Assigned to assist the emperor's chosen playwright in composing a work that will ease the tensions between the telepathic Tha'alani and the humans who believe them responsible for the city's near-destruction by a tidal wave, the unorthodox but effective Neva finds her work complicated by the arrest of her longtime friend and sergeant and his replacement by a Hawk who is a stickler for the rules. Sagara's latest addition to her ongoing fantasy detective series (Cast in Shadow; Cast in Courtlight; Cast in Secret) confront timeless and timely issues such as racial tolerance and the meaning of honor. A solid addition to fantasy collections.


—Jackie Cassada
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373803378
  • Publisher: Luna
  • Publication date: 8/23/2011
  • Series: Chronicles of Elantra Series
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 582,414
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Michelle Sagara writes as both Michelle Sagara and Michelle West; she is also published as Michelle Sagara West. She lives in Toronto with her long-suffering husband and her two children, and to her regret has no dogs.

She can be found @msagara on Twitter or http://msagarawest.wordpress.com

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Private Kaylin Neya was on time for work and the world hadn't ended.

A few people's lives, on the other hand, were in question. The amount of sarcasm Clint could put into shocked silence wasn't illegal. Yet. But Kaylin had to grudgingly admit, as she glared her way past his lowered halberd and into the Halls of Law, the wings he extended were a nice touch.

The Aerie was almost empty, but it usually was at this time of day; the halls themselves were suspiciously quiet. Then again, maybe the Swords were actually earning their pay instead of milling around the halls looking smug. Even on her bleariest mornings, Kaylin couldn't have missed the tension and worry that seemed to permeate the city streets recently, and keeping the peace, such as it was in a crowded city, was their job. For a change. The day was already looking brighter. She glanced up as a shadow passed her, and saw a lone Aerian traversing the space high above; he wasn't practicing maneuvers, and his wings were extended for a steady glide. She still envied the Aerians their wings, a little.

She felt a smidgen of sympathy for the Swords but didn't let it show. Much. It wasn't often that the entire city had almost created a new sea coast by the simple expedient of being under most of the surrounding water. She was certain that stories and rumors about the larger-than-Imperial-edict tidal wave that had almost destroyed the harbor—for a start—had already been making the rounds, and growing bigger, if that was even possible, with each telling.

She was waved through—without sarcasm—when she approached the guards that separated the Hawks' quarters from those of the Wolves or the Swords. The halls were vacant, and even the duty roster seemed to have gathered no darts.

"Oh, come on, guys," she said, when the entire office stopped as she entered and approached Marcus's desk. "I'm not always late. Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Have you checked the duty roster, dear?" Caitlin asked, from the safety of her desk. Not that she was ever in any danger; if the office had a collective mother, it was Caitlin.

"Oh. No." She turned and, at Marcus's bark of a command, turned back. Marcus's growl was low, and it was short. He must be tired. And a tired Leontine was generally best kept happy by little displays of obedience. Or big ones.

The paperwork on his desk hadn't really diminished but also, to Kaylin's admittedly inexpert eye, hadn't grown; the emergency that had pulled a number of his Hawks out of their normal routine had been resolved; there was no Festival for almost another year. She couldn't quite see what would put him in a mood, but the fact that he was in one was obvious—having facial fur that bristled when you were ticked off was a dead giveaway. Having fangs that were almost as long as her fingers—the exposed parts of the fangs, at any rate— was another.

She came to stand a safe distance from the side of his desk, and waited. She even waited quietly.

Her reward? He lifted a stack of paper off his desk and dumped it in her hands. "This," he said curtly, "is your problem."

She looked down at what she had assumed were reports—or worse. The paperwork required of the office was, by all accounts, more arcane than any of the magic it also required. To punctuate this, the window very sweetly told the entire office what the hour was.

Kaylin really hated the window. There was money riding on how long it would take someone to accidentally break it, and money riding on who would have the accident. There weren't many rules that governed office bets, but one of them was that you couldn't place money on yourself. Which was fair but, in Kaylin's case, prevented her from winning much.

"Well? Are you going to stand there all day?"

Kaylin looked down at the first sheet in the stack— and it was a large stack. "No, sir."

"Good. Take note of the roster—your rounds have been changed."

"Since when? I checked it last night."

"Since then, obviously."

She caught Caitlin's frantic gestures out of the corner of her eye, and nodded. She considered going to the roster by way of Caitlin's desk, but since they were in opposite directions and Marcus could watch you while his back was turned, she decided to actually go to the roster instead.

Her shoulders did a severe downturn when she saw what had been written beside her name. Even Severn's name, at the same location, didn't bring much cheer. The Imperial Palace?

"Don't make that face," Teela said, in her left ear.

Barrani could walk in perfect silence, but it took work, and Teela was usually too damn lazy. Kaylin's little start did not, however, cause her to drop the bundle of paper. Given Marcus's mood, that was good.

"What's eating Marcus?"

Teela shrugged, long black hair rising and falling like a perfect curtain. Kaylin tried not to resent the fact that the Barrani weren't governed by any Hawk regulations when it came to anything they wore. Regulations were, after all, supposed to be practical and as far as Kaylin could tell, Barrani hair never tangled, never got caught in anything, and never got in the way.

And they were gorgeous and lived forever. If it weren't for the fact that they adored politics—preferably with blood and death—they'd be insufferable.

"He's Ironjaw," Teela said. "But he's been in that mood since late last night." Her tone of voice made it clear that it was serious enough that Kaylin should change the subject now, and Kaylin had known Teela for so many years it wasn't possible to misinterpret.

"Figures. Save a city, get sent to the Imperial Palace."

"It's more impressive than being sent to the docks or the Commons."

"More people to offend."

"True, and some of them are significant." Teela smiled. In all, it wasn't a happy expression. "Have you even taken a look at what you're holding?"

"I just got it, Teela."

"You might want to read it over," the Hawk replied. "Severn's waiting in the West room. And so is the Dragon."

The Dragon was generally known by the rank and file as Lord Sanabalis. One of Four Dragon Lords that comprised the Dragon contingent of the Imperial Court, he was also a member of the Imperial Order of Mages. He had graciously come out of teaching retirement to take on one pupil, that pupil being Kaylin herself. She tried to remember to be grateful, and usually succeeded when she wasn't actively staring at a candle wick in a vain attempt to get it to catch fire.

Which, come to think, was most of the time.

But she knew her lesson schedule more or less by heart now, and none of those lessons started at the beginning of her day. Given her nocturnal activities, and the desire of the Hawks not to annoy the mages, Marcus had forbidden any lesson that started before lunch. It gave her a decent chance of not missing any.

So Sanabalis wasn't here to teach her anything new about candles. She pushed the door open—it was open, so she didn't have to go through her daily ritual of teeth-grinding while waiting for the doorward to magically identify her—and saw that Severn and Sanabalis were seated across the room's only table, talking quietly.

They stopped when they saw her, and she slid between the door and its frame, dropping the stack of paper on the tabletop.

"Marcus is in a mood," she told Severn.

"It's better than yours."

"I'm not in a—" She stopped. "You mean better than mine will be?"

"Pretty much. Take a seat. Lord Sanabalis is here to inform us of our duties, and to escort us to the man we'll be aiding."

When Severn spoke Barrani, it was generally a bad sign. Lord Sanabalis, on the other hand, almost always spoke in Barrani.

"We don't have to talk to the Emperor, do we?" she said, sinking into the chair slowly. It was rock hard and weighed more than she did.

"No," Lord Sanabalis replied. "Unless something goes gravely, gravely wrong, the Emperor has more important duties to attend."

"Does this mean there's no lesson today?"

"There will be, as you say, no lesson for the course of your duties at the Palace."

"Well, that's something. Who are we investigating?"

Severn hesitated.

"Investigating?" Sanabalis replied, raising a brow. "I rather think, if you were sent to investigate someone, the last place the Hawks would agree to second you would be the Imperial Palace. As you should know, the

Imperial Guards deal with any difficulties that arise in the Palace. And they do not arise."

"Yes, Sanabalis." She hesitated. "What are we doing there, then? We're not exactly guard material—"

One of his silver brows rose into his thinning hairline.

Fair enough; if the Imperial Guard would be offended at outside investigators, they would probably completely lose it at outside guards. "So we're not there as investigators, we're not there as guards. Are we there as Hawks?"

"In a manner of speaking."

She grimaced. "That usually means no."

"You are Hawks or you could not be seconded in this fashion. You are not, however, there as representatives of the Law."

The old bastard looked like he was enjoying himself. Exactly how he conveyed this, Kaylin wasn't quite certain—his expression was neutral enough, and his voice was smooth as glass.

"So what are we there as?"

"As Cultural Resources," he replied smoothly.

"As what?"

"Cultural Resources."

"I heard you. What exactly does that mean?"

"Ah. Have you taken a moment to peruse the documents you placed upon the table?"

"No."

"I'd advise you to do so. We are not expected at the Palace until after lunch. I felt, given the unpredictability of your schedule, that this was wisest."

"But—"

"Many of the questions you are no doubt impatient to ask will be answered by even the briefest of perusals."

She wondered if he were a betting man, or Dragon. But given Dragons in general, she doubted it.

"If it eases your mind, Private Neya, Sergeant Kassan is required to pay you for the time you spend seconded to the Palace. He also," he continued, lifting a hand to stop her from speaking, "expects you to report in each morning.

"For some reason, he is concerned about the assignment. I can't imagine why."

"Act One, Scene One." Kaylin looked at Severn. "Act One, Scene One?"

"It's a play," Severn said, shrugging slightly. The left corner of his mouth was turned up in something that hinted at amusement. "You're familiar with plays?"

Kaylin snorted. She read the description of stage materials—mostly the painted facades of buildings and bushes, in different sizes. And, she thought, in odd colors. "Poynter's road?"

Severn nodded. "It's—"

"I know where it is—but the buildings don't look anything like that on Poynter's."

"Kaylin—"

"No, Corporal Handred, allow her to speak freely. It will, in theory, get it out of her system."

"You want me to read a play?"

"Not exactly. The play itself is not complete, or not complete to our satisfaction. The author's name might be familiar to you." He raised one brow.

"Richard Rennick." She looked at Severn. "Should we know him?"

"He's the Imperial Playwright," Severn told her quietly. "The position is held by one Playwright every five years. There's usually a competition of some sort—a series of different plays staged for the Emperor. He apparently won, three years ago."

Lord Sanabalis said, "The Emperor feels that human arts should be encouraged. Don't look at me like that, Kaylin. Dragons seldom have an interest in drama."

"Who's the judge of this contest?"

"The Emperor."

"So the winner is the person who appeals most to someone who doesn't even like plays?"

"Something very like that," he replied. "And you want us to…work with this Rennick?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Perhaps you should read more than three pages."

She grimaced. "Sanabalis—"

"Lord Sanabalis," Severn corrected her.

"Lord Sanabalis, then. What on earth do I know about plays?"

"Clearly nothing." He frowned. "However, it is not for your expertise in the dramatic arts that you have been seconded."

"Go on."

"It is for your expertise—such as it is—on the Tha'alani."

It was Kaylin's turn to frown, but some of the exasperation left her then. "I'm not an expert," she told him quietly.

"No. But the Tha'alani seconded to the Court would possibly be even less comfortable in an advisory role."

"If they can't—" She stopped. "Why has the Emperor commissioned a play about the Tha'alani?"

Lord Sanabalis didn't answer. But she met his eyes; they were their usual placid gold. His lower membranes, however, were up.

"It's because of—of the water, isn't it?"

"The tidal wave."

"That one."

"Yes. I am not aware of how much you saw, or how much you read about after the fact—but the Tha'alani, led by their castelord, left their Quarter in larger numbers than the city has ever seen. They walked to the docks, and they spread out along the port and the seawall. When the waters began to shift—and it was dramatic, Kaylin, even to one who has seen as much as I have—"

"You weren't there," she told him, but the words were soft. "You were with us."

"I accessed records when I returned to the Palace." He was now using his teacher tone of voice.

And I didn't, Kaylin supplied. She glanced at Severn, who nodded very slightly. She cleared her throat. It was still hard for her to think about the Tha'alaan, and the Tha'alani were the Tha'alaan in some ways. "They hoped to save the city, if the waters rose."

"Yes. But I invite you to think about appearances, Kaylin."

"The wave didn't hit the city."

"No. It did not. The Oracles, however, were not widely bandied about. For many people—for almost all of them—the first warning of danger was the sight of the water itself, rising. The storm before it signified nothing, to them—it was merely weather." She nodded slowly.

"From their point of view—from what they could see—the Tha'alani went to the waters, and the waters rose."

She closed her eyes.

"You understand our difficulty."

She did.

"You yourself feared the Tha'alani. You do not do so now," he added. "But you must understand the fear that people have."

She nodded quietly.

"The Emperor understands it as well. He cannot, of course, explain the whole of what happened—and given the sparsity of reports generated by your office in the wake of events, I am not entirely certain he could explain it even if that was his desire. I am not, however, here to lecture you on the quality of your paperwork. I believe it best that some things remain uncommitted to paper.

"I, however, was fully debriefed. What I know, he now knows. He will not expose The Keeper, and no mention of the young Tha'alani man will leave the Court for that reason. Nor will the young Tha'alani man face the Emperor's Justice, for that reason."

The fact that the Emperor couldn't reach him probably had something to do with it, in Kaylin's opinion. She managed to keep this to herself. Instead, she returned to the matter at hand. "So this Richard Rennick wrote a play. About the Tha'alani."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2008

    a superb fantasy investigative thriller

    The abnormal size and intensity of the tidal wave that almost destroyed the city has ignited racial tension. Many in Elantra assume the Tha¿alani deliberately caused the disaster as they were seen going to the water and almost immediately the water rose in what appeared to be a cause and effect. Though the Emperor wants to ease the tension before a race war explodes, the Swords have replaced the Tha¿alani at key security posts and are stationed near the Tha¿alani sector albeit to keep mobs out yet also to contain the accused.--------------- To calm things down the Emperor commissioned royal playwright Richard Rennick to scribe a play about the Tha¿alani. Lord Sanabalis orders Private Kaylin Neya and Corporal Handred to insure Rennick remembers his mission is to ease tension not enflame it. At about the same time Hawks Leontine Sergeant Marcus is arrested on the charge of murder. Kaylin is told to ignore her ¿Pridelea¿ superior officer¿s plight and stay focused on the bigger issue she believes in Marcus so she investigates not realizing the dark terror that awaits her and the Elantra Empire.------------------- The fourth Cast in ¿ fantasy 'see SHADOW, COURTLIGHT and SECRET' is a superb investigative thriller as the heroine uses her special magic to prove her military mentor his innocent and to help abate the racial divide that looks almost certain to turn deadly. The story line is fast-paced yet focuses on the destructive nature of de facto 'and to a lesser degree de jure racism' in a Rovian way of abusing the strengths of the Tha¿alani and using them as a negative to emphasize their differences. Kaylin is at her best in this thought provoking cautionary tale.-------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2008

    A few answers, some of the same questions

    I really liked it, but it followed a totally different storyline than I thought it was going to. It explains a lot about certain comments that were made in the first book, Cast in Shadow, which is really nice, and could almost be a direct sequel to that book. Leontines figure heavily into this one - maybe each book is going to focus on a different race. 'If that trend continues, will Cast in Silence be about Dragons, Aerians, or the xenophobic race that has only been mentioned once?' However, it doesn't answer any questions about the Barrani, not even in relation to Kaylin and Nightshade's mark. Nightshade is only a very small part of this particular chapter of the Chronicles, sadly. Again, I really enjoyed this very fast-paced story, but I really want Cast in Silence to answer a few more questions! And it can't come out fast enough!

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  • Posted January 12, 2013

    Must read for those who like mystery, magic and great characters.

    Recommend the series. Not what I would classify as an easy read due to complex interactions and situations but I generally read these 400-500 pages in 1-2 days! Can't put them down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2011

    Highly Recommended!

    I've now bought 1 - 5 in the Elantra series. I and my wife are enjoying them immensely. Interesting characters, setting and handling of the magical. Comparing to other authors elements that make me think of Ilona Andrews and Steven Brust's Jhereg series. I actually read this book before the the first three, but you really should read them in order.

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