Now in hardcover, the fourteenth novel of the Hugo-nominated, New York Times -bestselling Toby Daye urban fantasy series When October is informed that Simon Torquill—legally her father, due to Faerie's archaic marriage traditions—must be invited to her wedding or risk the ceremony throwing the Kingdom in the Mists into political turmoil, she finds herself setting out on a quest she was not yet prepared to undertake for the sake of her future.... and the man who represents her family's past. Praise for the October Daye series: "The  top of my urban-paranormal series list ! I am so invested in the worldbuilding and the characters.... The romance is real and awesome, but doesn't overshadow the adventure." —Felicia Day "The 13th outing for Daye is  just as fresh and exciting as the first . McGuire has built a complex world, where seemingly loose ends are woven tightly into the series. Highly recommended." — Library Journal  (starred) "Toby’s combination of pragmatic heroism and relentless self-destruction makes her  a compelling heroine in a secret folklore-filled world  that still feels fresh and dangerous after all this time." — Publishers Weekly "The worldbuilding in this series has astonishing depth, and  Night and Silence  is no exception—12 books in, McGuire is still giving readers  fascinating new pieces of the Faerie puzzle ." — Booklist "I can't believe McGuire can come up with  another adventure as riveting as this one . But then I say that after every book in this series." —SFRevu "McGuire has never lacked for courage in her writing.... The  phenomenally inventive October Daye series showcases her narrative daring  and ingenuity beautifully." —RT Reviews "Prepare to be dazzled.... Like the best of urban fantasy, with each reveal and mystery solved, Toby's world grows ever more enticing.  As seductive as Faerie itself , this is one series I could never give up." —All Things Urban Fantasy "These books are  like watching half a season of your favorite television series all at once .... More than anything else, it's the fun of it all that's kept me returning to McGuire's books and to this series." —SF Signal  "The plot is strong, the characterization is terrific, the tragedies hurt...and  McGuire's usual beautiful writing and dark humor  are present and accounted for. This has become one of my favorite urban fantasy series." —Fantasy Literature Seanan McGuire  lives and works in Washington State, where she shares her somewhat idiosyncratic home with her collection of books, creepy dolls, and enormous blue cats.  When not writing--which is fairly rare--she enjoys travel, and can regularly be found any place where there are cornfields, haunted houses, or frogs.  A Campbell, Hugo, and Nebula Award-winning author, Seanan's first book ( Rosemary and Rue , the beginning of the October Daye series) was released in 2009, with more than twenty books across various series following since.  Seanan doesn't sleep much.  You can visit her at www.seananmcguire.com. one   October 11th, 2014   The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,   And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely   His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,   And then he falls, as I do.   -William Shakespeare, Henry VIII.   "We're going to have to discuss dresses eventually, October," said May, holding up a bridal magazine and waving it at me like a weapon. "Something pretty. Something lacy. Something-and this is the part I can't stress enough-that you're actually willing to wear."   "It doesn't matter what I wear to the wedding, we both know it's going to be completely covered in blood before we reach 'I do,'" I said scornfully. "Do purebloods even say, 'I do'?" Having never been to a pureblood wedding before, I was woefully uninformed about their customs. Thanks to my mother, my wedding knowledge is much more romantic comedy than formal fairy tale.   My sister-technically my retired Fetch, but that's not a relationship that's easy to explain, and she's family either way-rolled her eyes. "Of course not," she said. "That's a Christian thing, which means it's a human thing. Purebloods don't do Christian wedding vows."   "Got it," I said, even though I didn't. I didn't "got" any of this.   May snorted before pushing her hair, currently streaked in electric blue, out of her eyes and dropping the magazine onto the pile that had come to dominate our coffee table. "Liar," she said. Like most of our furniture, the table had originally come from Community Thrift, and like every other flat surface in our house, it had been immediately covered in a thick layer of junk mail, books, and generalized clutter. We're not tidy people.   It doesn't help that we have a constant stream of teenagers flowing in and out of the house, which is huge by San Francisco standards. We have a dedicated living room and a dining room, and four bedrooms, most of which are in use on any given afternoon. Tybalt and I share one, despite his occasional protests that i