Death and Night: A Star-Touched Novella

Death and Night: A Star-Touched Novella

by Roshani Chokshi

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ISBN-13: 9781250119735
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 05/02/2017
Series: Star-Touched Series
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 115
Sales rank: 648,360
File size: 4 MB
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Roshani Chokshi is the New York Times bestselling author of The Star-Touched Queen. Her work has appeared in Strange Horizons, Shimmer, and Book Smugglers. Her short story, "The Star Maiden," was longlisted for the British Fantasy Science Award.
Roshani Chokshi is the New York Times bestselling author of The Star-Touched Queen, A Crown of Wishes, Aru Shah and the End of Time, and The Gilded Wolves. Her work has appeared in Strange Horizons, Shimmer, and Book Smugglers. Her short story, "The Star Maiden," was longlisted for the British Fantasy Science Award.

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Death and Night

A Star-Touched Novella


By Roshani Chokshi

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2017 Roshani Chokshi
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-11973-5



CHAPTER 1

DEATH


I stood outside the home, watching as the light beaded and dripped down the length of the Tapestry thread. I waited. There was never any rush. Not for me at least.

The light dangled from the end of the string, clinging and reluctant. A passing wind stirred the ends of the thread, teasing out strands of memory. The memories plumed into the air, releasing the scent of a life lived in love. One by one, the memories unraveled — a pillow shared by two heads bent close in secrecy, a frayed blanket kept inside an eternally empty cradle, a table that sagged from the weight of uncertain feasts. Happiness stolen from the edges of sorrow.

I stepped over the threshold.

The lights in the hut extinguished. Shadows slipped off the walls to gather around my feet. Inside the hut, someone had propped up a stingy fire. Cinnamon scented the air. Past the dusty vestibule, rows upon rows of bay leaves hung from the ceiling. Strange runes scratched into small animal bones and ivory hairpins lay in carefully constructed patterns. I laughed. Someone had tried to ward me away. But there was no door that didn't open to me.

At the far corner of the house huddled two people. A man in the arms of a woman. Old age had blessed him, yet for all his gnarled veins and silver-streaked hair, the woman cradled him as if he were a child. He murmured softly into the crook of her neck. I watched them. She wasn't crying.

The woman looked up ... and saw me.

How refreshing.

"Greetings, Dharma Raja," said the woman in a clear voice.

I took in the bay leaves and bone pins. "You were expecting me, I take it."

"Yes," she said, hanging her head. "I regret that I cannot serve you any food or drink or treat you as a guest in our home."

"Don't let it trouble you," I said, waving my hand. "I am rarely a guest. Merely an inevitable occurrence."

Her husband did not stir in her arms. His breath had grown soft. While the woman had kept her eyes trained on me, I had taken away his pain, siphoned it bit by bit. I was in a generous mood.

"You have come for him."

"As I will for you, one day. I could tell you the hour, if you wish it."

"No."

I shrugged. "Very well."

She clutched him tighter. Her hands trembled. I knew she could feel his life unspooling. She may have seen me, but she did not see his life pooling beneath him.

"May I ask something of you, Dharma Raja?"

"You may."

But I need not honor it.

"We always wished to leave this life together."

"I cannot change your appointed time, even if I wished."

She closed her eyes. "Then may I request, instead, that you not let him pass to the next life until I may join him there?"

Now this was interesting. I sank backward into the air, and an onyx throne swirled up to meet me. I tilted my head, watching her.

"Why? I haven't weighed your life yet. What if you were far more honorable than your husband in this life? I could pour your soul into the mold of a princess blessed with beauty and intellect, riches and wonders. I could add silver to your heart and fortify you from any heartbreak. I could give you a life worthy of legends."

She shook her head. "I would rather have him."

"You'd rather have him, and whatever life that entails?" I leaned forward, eyeing the dingy room.

Her eyes flashed. "Yes."

"He may not even come back as a human. Believe me. I've remade emperors into cockroaches and cockroaches into kings. You seem like a reasonably intelligent woman. Would you truly like to keep house for a bug?"

She lifted her chin. "I would be his mate in any form."

A curious emotion prickled my skin, nudging the back of my thoughts. My hands tightened on the shadow throne. Before I could stop myself, the question flew from me:

"Why?"

"Because I love him," said the woman. "I would prefer any life with him than any life without him. Even the deities know love to the point that they will chase their counterpart through thousands of lifetimes. Surely you, oh Dharma Raja, understand how extraordinary love can be?"

I knew very well what could come of love. I had seen it. Been cursed by it. Even now, I thought of her. The way she ran away and left a shadow in her place. Love was extraordinary.

Extraordinarily spiteful.

Extraordinarily blind.

Extraordinarily misleading.

"Bold words," I said.

"They do not move you?"

I shrugged. "You may appeal and supplicate and wheedle as you wish, but I have heard every excuse and plea and sputter, and my heart has never been moved."

The woman bowed her head. She gathered her husband to her chest. Her wedding bangles clanked together, breaking the silence. When I left, custom dictated that she must remove those wedding ornaments. Widows did not wear such bracelets. I had not considered until now that the sound itself was a thing near death. And that chime — gold against gold — struck me far louder than any keening. In the echoes, I heard something hollow. And lonely.

I dropped the noose. It slid through the man's skin, noiseless as silk. Life had left him. All that was left was his soul.

You never forget what it's like to withdraw a soul. It is an unclasping. Sometimes a soul is tough and hard, surrounded by sinews of memories gone brittle with age. Sometimes a soul is soft and bursting like wind-fallen fruit, all bruised tenderness and stale hope. And sometimes a soul is an ethereal shard of light. As if the force of its life is a scorching thing.

This soul belonged to light.

When the woman looked down, she knew that her husband was gone. The thing she cradled was nothing more than meat soon to spoil. Tears slid down her wrinkled cheeks.

"Come now," I said, standing from the throne. "I have taken husbands when their wives still wore the henna from their wedding. I consider you lucky."

"I beg of you," she said. "Don't let him move on without me. He would have asked the same."

I swung the soul into a satchel and the light faded. I headed for the door, more out of formality than anything else. If I wanted, I could've disappeared right then and there.

"Please. What would you do for someone you loved?"

I stopped short. "I can't say I've had the pleasure of that provocation."

"You love no one?" she asked, her eyebrows rising in disbelief.

"I love myself. Does that count?"

And then I left.


* * *

I had lied when I told the woman I loved nothing.

Standing in front of Naraka — taking in the flat gray lands and stone trees, the crests of mountains like jagged teeth, and the night sky stretching its stars above my palace — I felt the closest thing to love. Night understood me. Night held the promise of secrets slinking in the shadows, of things that conjured fear and bewitched the sight. Nothing was more beautiful than a night sky dusted with stars. Nothing was more terrible than a night sky scrawled with a thousand destinies.

Night was inevitable. Like me.

Yelping and the scratching of paws greeted me the moment I walked inside the palace. My hounds snuffled the folds of my cloak, whining loudly.

"Souls are not chew toys," I sighed.

They huffed, slinking away to the shadows. If they were upset now, they would soon forget. My hounds were my usual representatives to the worlds above and surrounding Naraka. They fetched the souls too stained to lure me above ground. They'd taken queens from their deathbeds and maidens from the throes of childbirth, soldiers in war and priests at their altars. I was certain they'd find a murderer among the dead to rend and chew with perfect contentment.

I envied them. They could forget what had upset them. But I saw the reminder of what had unsettled me in the empty hallways and silent vestibules, in the solemn and in the eternal. Everywhere.

Envying a mortal and now a beast? Pitiful.

Gupta walked into the hall, his arms full of parchments.

"How was it?" he asked.

"Normal. Less tears than I expected. The wife could see me, though, and she asked for a boon."

"Did you grant it?"

"I'm undecided on whether I should."

Gupta stepped back, brows crumpling. "You look —"

"— preternaturally handsome?"

"No."

"Record keeping is ruining your eyes."

"Impossible."

"Well, one can hope."

"If anything, record keeping has made me more observant," said Gupta.

We started walking down one of Naraka's halls. A thousand mirrors glittered around us, reflecting cities and ports and seas. I never bothered to look at them anymore. There was nothing new to see in this world or any other.

"And what do you observe?"

"Emptiness."

The woman's parting words flitted to mind. What would you do for someone you loved?

"Don't let that trouble you. Probably just the reflection of your own mind."

Gupta primly rearranged his papers. "When you decide to stop being a churlish infant, and talk to me about what's bothering you, you know where to find me."

"I am not bothered."

"You are irritated for some reason," he said loftily. "But I'm sure you'll find the answer in the Tapestry." He glanced down at his parchments, checking off names and underlining cities. "Anything else to tell me?"

"You have ink stains on your nose."

Gupta shrugged. "Admittedly, I can be too close to my work."

"Exactly how close? Do you roll around with the parchment afterward, murmur love songs to the paper, and profess your undying love for the written word?"

"I would never roll around in my parchment. It would get wrinkled." Gupta turned to walk away before pausing. "Oh, I forgot ..." He snapped his fingers. Ink splashed on my face. "You've got something on your nose."

And then he stuck his tongue out at me, and disappeared.


* * *

The Tapestry was a lesson in light and dark. When I stood in the throne room, I felt the threads from a hundred lives pass over my palms, snagging and spinning against one another in an unfathomable web of cause and effect and balance. It was my duty to uphold the balance, to throw dark where there was too much light and sew light where the dark grew too thick. Sometimes the Tapestry showed me a life thread out of place. Sometimes it showed me forest fires approaching a village or a cure for a disease that the world should not yet see. Today it showed me ... myself.

The threads shimmered like light upon water. My reflection changed, stretching into the halls of Naraka itself ... the stone halls and the marble courtyards. Empty, empty, empty. The reflection quivered: an ivory counterpart to the onyx throne, a shadow curled around mine in the night, a voice that balanced and weighed. A garland of flowers placed around my neck. My heart tightened. I felt that image opening inside me, as if my whole life had been something lopsided in need of righting itself. The Tapestry's demand knifed through me:

I needed a queen.

Once more, the threads twisted, and the sight wrapped tendrils of ice around my heart — the palace of Naraka split in half, the moon hanging in a torn sky. Without warning, the Tapestry fell back on itself, threads looping and dancing until it was still as a pool.

I sank into my throne, staring at the Tapestry. The message was vivid and vague at the same time. It wanted me to fill the halls, not with the dead, but with ... a bride. I sat there. Numb. For years, I had considered the possibility of finding someone to share this gift and burden. But whenever I closed my eyes, I saw her. The way her eyes had squinted against the brightness of the Sun Palace. The shadow she left standing in the doorway as she fled. Wearing her smile. Wearing her eyes. Did she think I would not notice the substitute she had left behind? If I had stayed silent, I would have committed a grave injustice.

If I had stayed silent, I would never have been cursed.

The longer I sat there, the more the palace fidgeted. Annoyed. Perhaps it felt neglected in the past few days. Voices grew out of the floor, suddenly taunting and cruel.

Let us show you a jewel that is not yours.
Let us show you a door that will never open to you.
Let us show you a soul that you can never claim.


In the Tapestry, I saw a smile fashioned for me alone. A jewel that is not yours. I saw a man standing in a field, someone's arms thrown around his neck as if she had created a hidden world just for them. A door you will never open. I saw two people walking with their fingers threaded together, and I felt transfixed by the impossible wonder of a bond so powerful that it was a living thing. A soul you can never claim.

I slammed down my fist. The sound trembled throughout the room, and small fissures netted their way down my onyx throne.

"Enough," I said harshly.

I abandoned the Tapestry and the door slammed shut. My head throbbed. I knew what I had to do. Stepping into the hall, a familiar door winked in the half-light. Gupta called it my Inspiration Room, which sounded vapid, but I suspected he did this on purpose. The room was so much more. It was my thoughts poured into shape. The moment I stepped inside, a burden lifted from me. Here, I was not the Dharma Raja. Here, I was no destroyer.

Here, I was a creator.

The onyx floor expanded, and the shelves — littered with my old thoughts — bent forward as if in polite acknowledgement. Around me, I saw decisions that had weighed heavily in the past: all conquered, all organized.

In the corner of the room, a pair of heavy wings caught the light. Each feather was a braided bolt of lightning. On another shelf, a ship with an ever-changing prow crafted from an eclipse's halo glowed. There were jars of materials floating in the air: the velvet-silent tread of panther paws on the forest floor, buttons of lies and garlands of nightmare teeth.

Even looking at them gave me peace. My creations served as reminders that my thoughts could be conquered and tamed. It was a reminder that even with all that I destroyed, I could create too. Even if no one was there to witness it.

I took a deep breath and tasted the crackling of magic on my tongue. I flexed my fingers, closed my eyes, and concentrated on the darkness.

Darkness has a sound if you know how to listen. Around me, darkness sounded like the roaring space between thoughts and the chaos of possibility. Nothing was born of light. Everything was born of shadows. I caught a ribbon of lustrous shadow notes and snatched it from the air. I twisted the dark in my hands, and thought of the Tapestry and the Shadow Wife's curse. When I opened my eyes, I faced what my thoughts and energy had created:

A lustrous horse with milk-pearl eyes. It drew its gums back over its teeth and in the unshaped dark of its mouth, a city glinted — steel spires and iron trees, paved walkways of jasper and agate, squares of amber windows glittering in the makeshift night. A hidden world. The horse snorted, nipping at the charcoal shoulder of my sherwani jacket. The longer I stared, the more I saw it for what it could be. What made a thing a horse? The content or the shape? Was it somehow ... both? And maybe that wasn't so impossible. Maybe I could have a marriage and not a marriage. I could have a bond that looked like marriage, but have none of the inner workings that made its essential marriageness. My queen could have everything she wanted. Except my heart. I didn't need the Tapestry before me to imagine what that future would look like: perfect equality, and perfect balance, with none of the intimacy. None of the risk. I would escape the Shadow Wife's curse, and still keep Naraka whole.

I smiled to myself before realizing that a critical part was missing from my plan:

I needed a queen.


* * *

Gupta was hanging upside down in his favorite hallway, a bone-white corridor lined ceiling to floor with crackling tomes, glowing branches, and sweet-smelling parchments. He swung back and forth a little when he saw me.

"Don't look at me like that," he said, glaring. "Sometimes I need a new perspective when I'm writing."

"I was not going to comment. I recognize a hopeless case when I see one."

Gupta frowned at me upside down. "What do you want?"

"A bride."

"And I want dinner."

"I'm serious." He fell to the floor. I kicked at his foot. "Shocked?"

"Floored," said Gupta, and then he cackled at his own joke.

"This is no time for humor. I need a queen. Now."

"What brought this on?" asked Gupta, still not bothering to collect himself from the floor. "I believe I send you a list of prospective brides at least once a year. If memory serves, you burned each of those lists ..."

"Not true. With the last couple of lists, I tossed them into the air ..."

"You mean that tornado of paper that chased me down the hall?"

"See? I don't set fire to everything," I said. "Now to answer your question, it's become a necessity because I've seen it in the Tapestry."

Gupta paled. In a blink, he was upright, floating with his legs crossed and scribbling on parchment.

"But what about the ..." He trailed off, and I knew what word had made him stumble.

"I found a way around the Shadow Wife's curse."

"How?"

"Simple," I said. "I won't fall in love."

Gupta raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

"Now I need to find out what —"

"Not what," said Gupta. His gaze was unfocused, fixed somewhere on the cut of night sky through one of Naraka's windows. "Where. And when."


* * *

I couldn't remember the last time I'd been dragged to the Night Bazaar. It was the riotous, pulsing center of the Otherworld. Here, merchants peddled all manner of strange wares — bones that told the truth, rare blooms that toyed with memories, harps that sang their players' emotions, and even edible colors shorn off from a single rainbow. It was a place I avoided as often as I could. Far too noisy. Full of simpering beings eager to pay false homage.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
1. Death,
2. Night,
3. Death,
4. Night,
5. Death,
6. Night,
7. Night,
8. Death,
9. Night,
10. Death,
11. Night,
12. Death,
Crown of Wishes Teaser,
About the Author,
Copyright,

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NovelKnight More than 1 year ago
I was a bit leery about this novella. On the one hand, The Star-Touched Queen just wasn't working for me. On the other, I loved A Crown of Wishes. Unfortunately, Death and Night fell closer to the former as it told the tale of Amar and Maya before the events of TSTQ when it was only Death and Night. Much like the first in the series, the writing is very descriptive and beautiful but suffered from the same fate where it was almost too much. I mean, it's gorgeous, it really is, but even in a shorter story it felt drawn out and I was leaning against reading more.  I did enjoy the characters. Maya wasn't a favorite of mine in TSTQ but I liked that her character is fleshed out more here, along with Amar's. It expanded on the story of the first book so if that's something you're looking for, you'll probably really enjoy this novella. I guess I was just expecting more information? There's a lot of vagueness and parts of the world in TSTQ that was never really answered and I thought that maybe a prequel novella would provide more insight on that but it really didn't. The story focuses on the romance which isn't necessarily a bad thing but not what I was looking for going into this novella. Once more there were aspects of the world and story that went unexplained and that's just how it worked.  I'll say that I did enjoy the novella more than TSTQ but I think that had to do with the length more than anything, which contained the story in a shorter time. It was alright and fans of the series are sure to love it. I'm just in that in-between place. 
SeaReads More than 1 year ago
Death and Night is a quick and sumptuous read. As one can expect from Chokshi, this novella floated through a captivating series of magical settings and is populated by a cast of charming mythological characters, some familiar and some new. When I read The Star-Touched Queen, the absence of the history between Maya and Amar was something I felt distinctly, so I was glad to see that backstory here! I really enjoyed seeing how Amar and Maya grew and changed from being together, and it was nice to learn the significance of some details, like the true origin of Maya's pearl and sapphire necklace. I could tell that Death and Night did not get quite the same editorial rigor that a full novel would have; it was a bit light on one or two plot point explanations and a bit heavy on internal monologues from our narrators. Those are very minor complaints, though! Like most prequel/companion novellas, you can skip this if you haven't read or didn't like Chokshi's other works. If you're a Star-Touched fan, however, Death and Night is a definite must-read! I received this book free through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Alyssa75 More than 1 year ago
***Review posted on The Eater of Books! blog*** Death and Night by Roshani Chokshi Book 0.5 of The Star-Touched Queen series Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin Publication Date: May 2, 2017 Rating: 4 stars Source: eARC from NetGalley Summary (from Goodreads): Before The Star-Touched Queen there was only Death and Night. He was Lord of Death, cursed never to love. She was Night incarnate, destined to stay alone. After a chance meeting, they wonder if, perhaps, they could be meant for more. But danger crouches in their paths, and the choices they make will set them on a journey that will span lifetimes. What I Liked: Usually I don't bother with novellas, because they're always too short and not really worth the money. ($2.99 for 60 pages? I'm good.) However, when I was invited to read/review this novella, I didn't think twice. I liked The Star-Touched Queen and loved A Crown of Wishes. Friends, this novella was absolutely wonderful, definitely something you don't want to miss if you enjoyed Chokshi's full-length novels. Death and Night is the story of the Dharma Raja, the god of death, and Night, an immortal being who sells dream fruits and weaves night. The Dharma Raja has been cursed never to love, but he is tasked with finding himself a wife - a queen. He dare not fall for her though. He seeks out Night, who rejects him without a second thought. But Night captivates Death, Death captivates Night, and this is their story. As usual, Chokshi's writing was lovely and mesmerizing. I don't know how she does it! I was captivated from the start. Sometimes I would go back and reread a scene just to experience it again, not because I needed clarity. I also love her storytelling! And how there are always tales within the story, and how those tales circle back into the main plot. I love the South Asian representation! Being Indian, I always get excited to see South Asian protagonists in books written by South Asian authors. You can really see and feel the Indian influence in this book, from the vocabulary to the lore to the mode of dress. I'm going to be honest - while I enjoyed The Star-Touched Queen, I didn't LOVE it, especially parts of the romance. I wasn't totally smitten by Amar and Maya's romance. So I was slightly worried that I wouldn't enjoy the romance in this book, because Amar and Maya are reincarnations of Death and Night. In other words, this is the original story, the original incarnations. But I shouldn't have been worried! I loved this love story, as short as it was, more than I loved Amar and Maya's. This is probably because I loved the equal balance between Death and Night. Death is persistent and keeps visiting Night (with her permission), and they get to know each other well. Death is kind and sweet and thoughtful with Night, so different compared to what everyone thinks of him. Night is bold and fierce and lively, and she is careful with her heart. I liked that both characters go after each other, not just one doing the heavy lifting in the relationship. Death woos Night, but Night chases Death. It's a perfect tug-of-war, in my opinion! I loved their banter and their chemistry, subtle as it was. I liked watching them fall for each other. Two months passes in this story, even though it does not seem like the story would be long enough for two months to pass. Read the rest of my review on my blog, The Eater of Books! - eaterofbooks DOT blogspot DOT com :)
Arys More than 1 year ago
Death and Night by Roshani Chokshi is a prequel novella to Chokshi's The Star-Touched Queen, where she gives us the tale of how Amar and Maya, the main characters from The Star-Touched Queen, meet for the first time in one of Maya's previous lives. The story tells us of the courtship of Night by Death (aka Dharma Raja). Inspired by the heartfelt request of a widow, Death feels something missing and searches for someone to be his Queen. His courtship is muddled by a curse laid on him by his false mother that he will lose anyone he loves. Unfortunately for him the object of his courtship will only marry for love. Death and Night is a tale that I enjoyed for the dynamic of innocence, even between immortal beings, and a rich background of myths and legends. It is a sweet endearing tale of the beginning of a timeless love. Overall, Death and Night by Roshani Chokshi is a beautiful and romantic gift to readers of The Star-Touched Queen series from Roshani, as we get to see Amar and Maya's romance from the start, or it is the perfect start to a new series if you have not yet read The Star-Touched Queen. I enthusiastically recommend! (I voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this book I received for free from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my open and honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.)
pooled_ink More than 1 year ago
Utterly romantic and beautifully poetic! Roshani has a simply lovely and poetic writing style and voice. It always manages to whisk me away to whatever world she’s crafting. This novella is just as magical and is a wonderful tidbit for those who’ve already fallen in love with The Star-Touched Queen. Romantic, enchanting, and bursting with vivid life, DEATH AND NIGHT is a perfect prequel love story to The Star-Touched Queen. Visit my Wordpress site for more: Pooled Ink