Indeath

About
The Adderhead — his immortality bound in a book by Meggie's father, Mo — has ordered his henchmen to plunder the villages. The peasants' only defense is a band of outlaws led by the Bluejay — Mo's fictitious double, whose identity he has reluctantly adopted

But the Book of Immortality is unraveling, and the Adderhead again fears the White Women of Death. To bring the renegade Bluejay back to repair the book, the Adderhead kidnaps all the children in the kingdom, dooming them to slavery in his silver mines unless Mo surrenders.

First Dustfinger, now Mo: Can anyone save this cursed story?

Author's Note
This is the third and last book of the Ink-trilogy, and the story will begin about 8 weeks after Inkspell ended. You will meet many of the characters you know by now, Mo and Meggie, Resa and Farid, Elinor and Darius, Fenoglio and, yes, you will also meet Dustfinger again and Roxane and the martens. The Black Prince will be back and many of the other robbers. You will get to know the Strong Man's brother Doria and the Adderhead's brother in law, whom the widows of Ombra call the Milksop. Violante and Orpheus will play a big part this time and there will be some others of course, new and old places and hopefully as much adventure, as you want to find on the pages!

Extract
He was suddenly there at the end of the alley, mounted on the black horse that the Prince had given him when he had to leave his own in Ombra Castle. Dustfinger was behind him, riding Roxane’s horse, the horse that had carried her to the Castle of Night bringing Fenoglio’s words to save them. But there were no words for what was going to happen now. Or were there? Was the terrible silence weighing down on them all made of words?No, Resa, she thought. No, this story has no author any more. What happens now is written by the Bluejay in his own flesh and blood, and for a moment, as he rode out of the alley, even she could call Mo by no other name. The Bluejay. How hesitantly the women made way for him, as if they themselves suddenly thought the price he was going to pay for them too high. But at last they formed a passage just wide enough for the two riders, and every hoof beat made Resa clutch the folds of her dress more tightly.What’s the matter? Didn’t you always love to read such stories? she thought bitterly, her heart in her mouth. Wouldn’t you have liked this story too? The robber setting the children free by giving himself up to his enemies … admit it, you’d have loved every word! Except that the heroes in these stories don’t usually have any wives. Or daughters.