Ume Sky enjoys her place of honor as temple courtesan for the reigning Meer of In'Launtil an assignation with a client ends in violence. Her elite status stripped away, Ume is forced to return to a life on the streets as Cillian Rede, the boy she used to be.
Cillian finds temporary harbor with dockhand Cree Sylva, where fear keeps him from revealing his former identity. As the two become lovers, Cillian learns that Cree is not without secrets...
When Cillian has the opportunity to regain his position through a liaison with the Meer himself, he is torn between his feelings for Cree and his need to live as Ume. But there's even more at stake when Ume finds herself entangled in a plot to rid the Delta of divine rule...
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Cillian Rede put little store in the magic of gods, but devils he believed in. At seventeen summers, he'd seen more than his share. Turn left or right and you would stumble over one in the city of In'La; among the marsh grass and the fragrant trees, intrigue and corruption were as likely to grow. Though such contradictions might be less pervasive elsewhere in the Delta, Cillian was accustomed to the devils he knew. And he was well versed in contradiction. From the time he could walk, he had favored the ways of women. With his delicate features, honeyed skin and hair in the uncommon hue of a tawny port, he had no trouble passing.
In the quarter known as the Garden, he worked his artistry as the Maiden Ume Sky. Ume's patrons knew her true sex but left it unspoken. For a sacred courtesan, the gift of one's body surpassed all other considerations. Whatever else her endowments, the Maiden Sky was undeniably lovely and blessed with a gifted tongue.
Among the flowering vines that draped the avenues fanning the square below Ludtaht Alya, temple of the Meer of Soth In'La, one might find a courtesan as easily as a priest. God or devil, MeerAlya was apparently immune to the simple needs of the body, but his templars were frequent visitors to the Garden.
Ume reclined against the gilded carriage stall in front of the Salver&Chalice to await her patron, turning away other suitors with a gracious smile through the gossamer fabric of her veil. Not required to follow the custom by which unmarried women were bound, Ume preferred the tradition, though her covering was more a tribute to the symbol than to its function. The sheer drapes interwoven with delicate threads of silver and gold in the pattern of the House of Alya had earned her the sobriquet the Maiden Sky. Beneath wide amber eyes and a few artful strokes of kohl to frame lashes in need of no embellishment, the veil spoke of whispers in the dark.
A flare of red robes on the tavern steps announced her patron, a member of the Court of Decisions, the highest office among the Order of Priests Templar in service to the holy Meer. This one was a predictable and reliable assignation who paid well. Generous with his master's gifts, if not so much with his own, he would engage her for the full night and ask little in return; Templar Nesre liked to watch.
"Maiden Sky." He pressed her hand to his lips, a tuft of gray beard tickling her fingers as he held them a moment too long. As always he took liberties. His subtle attempts to overstep his status were harmless, and it amused her to humor him. They both knew who held the power in the sacred rites of MeerAlya. He gave her a perfunctory bow. "You look exceptionally enchanting. As brilliant as the evening sky for which you're named."
Removing her hand with a slight tug, she inclined her head, setting the ruby teardrops of her headdress bobbing and glistening amid the iridescent rivercock feathers at the crown. "You flatter me, Templar. I am only a tribute to the dying sun."
"You are too modest, Maiden Sky. Accompany me to my rooms, and we can discuss the resemblance further."
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The Devil's Garden presents an extremely well drawn, richly detailed world. Ms. Kindred presents a unique skill to readers - an ability to create a beautiful, sensory setting in the few pages alotted to a novella. The political aspects of the plot at times felt a little familar but worked well with in the story as a whole. The characters were well drawn and their internal struggles added a layer to the book I had not expected when I began reading. At times I did struggle to follow the many characters throughout the book. The unique names, while interesting and necessary due to the setting, occasionally made it difficult to follow and I found myself backtracking more than once. On the whole, a solid four star novella that manages to be both a quick read and a richly drawn and engaging story. A combination I wish I found more of in shorter fiction.