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Chapters (85)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Gareth L. Powell and available from Titan Books
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Prologue: Pelapatarn
  7. Part One: Three Years Later
  8. One: Sal Konstanz
  9. Two: Ona Sudak
  10. Three: Ashton Childe
  11. Four: Sal Konstanz
  12. Five: Trouble Dog
  13. Six: Sal Konstanz
  14. Seven: Ashton Childe
  15. Eight: Sal Konstanz
  16. Nine: Sal Konstanz
  17. Ten: Trouble Dog
  18. Eleven: Ona Sudak
  19. Twelve: Sal Konstanz
  20. Thirteen: Trouble Dog
  21. Fourteen: Nod
  22. Fifteen: Sal Konstanz
  23. Sixteen: Ona Sudak
  24. Seventeen: Sal Konstanz
  25. Eighteen: Ashton Childe
  26. Nineteen: Ona Sudak
  27. Twenty: Sal Konstanz
  28. Twenty-One: Ashton Childe
  29. Twenty-Two: Trouble Dog
  30. Twenty-Three: Ona Sudak
  31. Twenty-Four: Sal Konstanz
  32. Twenty-Five: Trouble Dog
  33. Twenty-Six: Ashton Childe
  34. Twenty-Seven: Trouble Dog
  35. Twenty-Eight: Nod
  36. Twenty-Nine: Ona Sudak
  37. Thirty: Sal Konstanz
  38. Thirty-One: Nod
  39. Thirty-Two: Ona Sudak
  40. Thirty-Three: Sal Konstanz
  41. Thirty-Four: Nod
  42. Thirty-Five: Ashton Childe
  43. Thirty-Six: Sal Konstanz
  44. Thirty-Seven: Ona Sudak
  45. Thirty-Eight: Ashton Childe
  46. Thirty-Nine: Ona Sudak
  47. Forty: Trouble Dog
  48. Forty-One: Sal Konstanz
  49. Part Two: The Marble Armada
  50. Forty-Two: Ona Sudak
  51. Forty-Three: Sal Konstanz
  52. Forty-Four: Nod
  53. Forty-Five: Trouble Dog
  54. Forty-Six: Sal Konstanz
  55. Forty-Seven: Ashton Childe
  56. Forty-Eight: Trouble Dog
  57. Forty-Nine: Sal Konstanz
  58. Fifty: Nod
  59. Fifty-One: Ashton Childe
  60. Fifty-Two: Ona Sudak
  61. Fifty-Three: Trouble Dog
  62. Fifty-Four: Ona Sudak
  63. Fifty-Five: Sal Konstanz
  64. Fifty-Six: Ashton Childe
  65. Fifty-Seven: Ona Sudak
  66. Fifty-Eight: Trouble Dog
  67. Fifty-Nine: Sal Konstanz
  68. Sixty: Ashton Childe
  69. Sixty-One: Ona Sudak
  70. Sixty-Two: Sal Konstanz
  71. Sixty-Three: Ona Sudak
  72. Sixty-Four: Nod
  73. Sixty-Five: Trouble Dog
  74. Sixty-Six: Ashton Childe
  75. Sixty-Seven: Sal Konstanz
  76. Sixty-Eight: Trouble Dog
  77. Sixty-Nine: Sal Konstanz
  78. Seventy: Sal Konstanz
  79. Seventy-One: Ashton Childe
  80. Seventy-Two: Trouble Dog
  81. Seventy-Three: The Marble Armada
  82. Seventy-Four: Nod
  83. Acknowledgements
  84. About the Author
  85. Also Available from Titan Books

The little craft’s landing motors fired and her undercarriage deployed. I watched her drop through the thin atmosphere, ionisation flaring around her nose and the leading edges of her wings. And then, suddenly, she was gone, swallowed by one of the deep, narrow canyons. There was nothing more we could do for her, save keep the Trouble Dog’s siblings distracted for as long as possible and try to cause as much trouble as possible. If they were chasing us, they wouldn’t have time to interfere with the surface expedition. At least, I hoped they wouldn’t.

A proximity alarm shrilled. One of the Fenrir’s projectiles had breached our defensive screen, its twisting course somehow avoiding the hail of bullets thrown its way.

“Brace for impact.”

I screwed my eyes tight, but the glare shone through the lids. It seemed to shine right through the hull. The blast wave followed a second later, hitting us head-on. The Trouble Dog bucked, and the lights flickered.

When I reopened my eyes, we were still in one piece, but all the radiation sensors were flashing red and I could smell something burning—the acrid tang of fused electronics and melting plastic.

“Both our torpedoes destroyed,” the Trouble Dog intoned. Her voice was flat. The battle was taking all her concentration. “Two birds remaining in their tubes. Three still inbound.”

I felt a pang of dismay. We’d already used half our stock of missiles to no effect.

“The shuttle’s down,” I told her, although she would already have known. “They’re on their own now. Do what you have to.”

“Yes, Captain.”

The chatter of the anti-missile batteries subsided. The planet wheeled aside, wiped from the screen by a sudden change of heading. Acceleration alarms filled the cabins and corridors, and I groaned inwardly. I had seen many ship engagements during the war. They tended to be nasty, brutish and short—like speed chess played with live ammunition. The next few minutes were liable to be uncomfortable and terrifying in equal measure—and would most probably culminate in our violent deaths.