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The Black Khan
Ausma Zehanat Khan
Book two of Ausma Zehanat Khan’s powerful, unforgettable new series, The Khorasan Archives.Sides must be chosen.Truths must be told.Freedoms will be fought for.To battle the cruel and controlling patriarchal force named the Talisman, members of a resistance group, the Companions of Hira, risked their lives to procure the Bloodprint – a sacred text that holds the power to overthrow this terrifying regime. Though they harnessed the magic known as the Claim, their plans now lie in ashes and their number scattered – with the two women at the centre of the plot – Arian and Sinnia – left facing the most harrowing tortures.Yet hope flickers in the darkness.The Bloodprint survived, secreted to Ashfall, seat of the Black Khan. But the Khan’s court is built upon shifting layers of intrigue and lethal conspiracy, with enemies whose motives are steeped in the shadows. Can the Khan guard the Bloodprint when treachery lurks in the wings and the Talisman gather at his door?The Companions of Hira must reunite, break through Talisman lines, and infiltrate Ashfall to join their ally, The Black Khan. But can his word be trusted?
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Maps created by Ashley P. Halsey, inspired by Alesha Shaikh
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Source ISBN: 9780008171629
Ebook Edition © October 2018 ISBN: 9780008171643
Version: 2018-09-17
Dedication (#u110d2d8a-5131-57f2-8ba5-3a5159d504c3)
For Hema,
whose friendship, love, and decency
have saved me all these years
Contents
Cover (#u76db5dad-08db-5793-a029-f038a6a177e3)
Title Page (#ufdca0a22-5b69-54dd-9dda-07ca6ef861fc)
Copyright
Dedication
Maps
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Acknowledgments
Cast of Characters
Glossary of the Khorasan Archives
About the Author
Also by Ausma Zehanat Khan
About the Publisher
Maps (#u110d2d8a-5131-57f2-8ba5-3a5159d504c3)
1 (#u110d2d8a-5131-57f2-8ba5-3a5159d504c3)
IN THE DESERTED COURTYARD OF THE CLAY MINAR, THE BODIES OF BASMACHI fighters were gathered in a pile beneath a stunted tree in the shelter of a square stone base. White ribbons streamed down from the tree’s slender limbs, tied to its branches and twigs. The ribbons were bare of script: the people of Black Aura could not write. The ribbons were meant as a reminder of their sacred traditions; they were desperate, desolate prayers. The bodies piled beneath the tree formed the Authoritan’s answer to those prayers.
No wind stirred the ribbons or the dying branches. Sunlight blunted the edges of Arian’s vision, and she found her way around the tree more by instinct than anything else. She knew she was about to be taken inside the house of worship, just as she knew the Authoritan expected a demonstration of her power, a compulsion she had resisted with all the force and determination she was capable of as a Companion of Hira.
