Leena Likitalo - The Sisters of the Crescent Empress

Writing The Sisters of the Crescent Empress was a journey much different from crafting The Five Daughters of the Moon. Working against a deadlineeven one that youve chosen for yourself after careful planning and calculationsis a rather different experience from perfecting ones precious debut, and thats when the importance of the people near and dear to you kicks in in full force.

I had a clear vision for the story and an extremely detailed outlinebig thanks go to the Hunts family who welcomed me to stay at their farm in Australia and drove me to the nearest town to send it onward in time. That was a wonderful beginning!

Very big thanks are due to my friends and family who took it rather well when I disappeared off the face of the earth to finish The Sisters last autumn. Sorry about that. And thanks!

I was moving houses the week Id promised to deliver the first version of the manuscript. Hence thanks of a massive magnitude go to my parents, my husbands parents, and my very dear friend Inka, who pretty much cleaned the new place with my mother, unpacked the furniture, and put everything in the right places while I wrote and threw tantrums. As mentioned, these thanks are rather massive in nature, but still probably not quite enough.

Without spoiling too much of the plot, I can reveal this much: most of the events unfold in the same place, and thus getting the details right was of the utmost importance to me. Colossal thanks go to my friend Satu for helping me figure out which way shadows fold in north and what materials to use in the house to achieve the desired sensory details. Also, I want to thank my mother-in-law, whose encyclopedic knowledge in gardening came in handy indeed.

While writing, I cried through most of the chapters, and I still do so even after having read the novel through about a gazillion times. For this, I want to thank my agent, Cameron McClure, who pushed me to go deeper, still deeper until the daughters took over, until the end became almost too much to bear. And then my superb editor, Claire Eddy, hinted ever so gently how to make the story even better, just a touch more tragic, and voil! Im so proud of what weve achieved together!

Im extremely happy to work with the phenomenal people at Donald Maass Literary Agency, especially Donald Maass and Katie Boutillier.

And then theres the Tor.com Publishing team, a group of absolutely fantastic people I had the honor of meeting this past summer. Thank you Carl Engle-Laird, Kristin Temple, Katharine Duckett, and Mordicai Knode! I loved-loved-loved the cover of The Five Daughters of the Moon, but Im head over heels in love with the cover of The Sisters of The Crescent Empress, art by the Balbusso sisters, design by Christine Foltzerthis cover is the very definition of stunning!

Finally, I want to thank my darling, dear husband, Matti. Whenever I slip into the worlds of my own making for too long, he cooks me the most fantastic dishes you can ever imagine and pokes me with that famous squeaking stuffed toy shark until I realize I should probably take a break. What more could a girl hope for?

Its too dark outside. The world has been broken since the shadow of a swan brought the news of Mamas death. Theres no Crescent Empress now, and its the time of the month Papa looks aside. My sisters are Daughters of the Moon, just like I am, but I fear they will grow even more worried about me if I mention this aloud. Yet I must say something, anything, for the train is already slowing speed.

Merile The train rattles as though it, too, were unhappy about approaching Angefort. I cling to the thick, white curtains with both hands and force myself to face the night. Maybe Im just imagining the wrongness. That used to happen often enough. Why is it so dark here?

Merile balances on her knees next to me on the divan that yellows more with each day. She looks out through the frost-dimmed window, but its as if shes not seeing the things that are so obvious to me. Rafa and Mufu stir from their shallow sleep, from where our hems form a nest for them. My sister smiles at her beautiful dogs, then at me, and her expression turns wicked. Weeks. There wont be a day in weeks still.

Is she teasing me or serious? I cant tell. But I shiver when I think of how long the shadows will grow if the sun remains captive behind the horizon for much longer. To have no light All the shadows Ive met so far have been friendly, even the swan shadow. And yet, I dont want to live amongst those who have lost their bodies and souls. I really dont. My sisters would miss me terribly much! Why?

Merile glances at her lounging companions, snaps her fingers. Rafa bounces up first and rises on her hind legs, to stare out with us. Her big, brown ears are perched, alert. She yaps once, and soon Mufu is there, too, black tail stiff between her legs. The dogs must think something important is about to happen outside. That is, something more important than whats happening in the day carriage. Because. Its because were so high up in the north Or was it south? In any case. Its because of that thing.

My sister sounds as if shes repeating a line shes read from a book or heard from Celestia or Elise. I dont think shes teasing me, but theres no way to be sure. Outside, the night droops against the hard snowfields. With Papa in hiding, theres no one left to protect the empire, and all sorts of creatures might lurk in the dark.

But evil things may come to pass even under our fathers gaze. I dont want to even think of his name, but Celestia says that pretending that bad things didnt happen wont make them go away. Rather they will let the people who did the bad things get away with having done them, and so I force myself to think of the name of the man who ordered poor Mama shot.

Gagargi Prataslav is evil. Hes built a monstrous machine that he claims can see into the future. His Great Thinking Machine consumes souls for fuel, and for reasons I dont understand he wants to feed it mine. Even though Im no bird whose soul could light up a lamp or bring a mechanical creation to life, even though Im six and a half years old and have spoken my name aloud so many times that it must be solidly anchored to my body already!

The gagargi also wants to rule the Crescent Empire and keep us, especially Celestia, as far away from him as possible. He has put many people under his spell, including Captain Janlav, who thinks hes tasked to protect me and my sisters. But when we get the chance, me and my sisters must flee so that Celestia can marry the Moon, become the Crescent Empress, and reclaim her empire. I hope shell order the Great Thinking Machine torn apart and melted the first thing.

Do you really not remember a word of what youve read? Sibilias sharp question yanks me back from my thoughts, and Ive never been happier of her and Meriles squabbling. Even though not a day goes past without them arguing. Its dark here because of the curvature of the world and because were above the Arctic Circle. Honestly, if you paid a bit more attention to something else besides your rats, you wouldnt be making a fool out of yourself every single time someone asks you a trivial question!

Merile sticks her tongue out at Sibilia. Its a dull, graying red, rather than the bright pink of Rafas and Mufus tongues. Though I often do as Merile does, this time I dont. Sibilias words calm me. Maybe theres still hope that one day well run free.