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Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for SEAFIRE
  3. Dedication
  4. Before
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-one
  26. Chapter Twenty-two
  27. Chapter Twenty-three
  28. Chapter Twenty-four
  29. Chapter Twenty-five
  30. Chapter Twenty-six
  31. Chapter Twenty-seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-one
  36. Chapter Thirty-two
  37. Chapter Thirty-three
  38. Chapter Thirty-four
  39. Chapter Thirty-five
  40. Chapter Thirty-six
  41. Chapter Thirty-seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-one
  46. Chapter Forty-two
  47. Chapter Forty-three
  48. Chapter Forty-four
  49. Chapter Forty-five
  50. Chapter Forty-six
  51. Chapter Forty-seven
  52. Chapter Forty-eight
  53. Chapter Forty-nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Chapter Fifty-one
  56. Chapter Fifty-two
  57. Chapter Fifty-three
  58. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  59. Excerpt from STORMBREAK
  60. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  61. What’s next onyour reading list?

It was a command, but he didn’t move forward to bind her, and for the first time she marked how strange it was that she hadn’t been bound to begin with. Either they thought she wasn’t capable of escape on her own or they were confident she wouldn’t want to. Though she’d certainly proved the first to be true, it was the latter that left her unnerved. Where was she?

“You’d be dead if it wasn’t for us,” the Bullet offered, still watching her with that mixture of indifference and judgment. “You’d be one more carcass for the birds to finish off. Maybe that’s what you’d prefer? Wouldn’t break my heart.”

He was a dark outline in a bright doorway. It made him difficult to see clearly. Caledonia didn’t want to look at him anyway. She closed her eyes and turned her face away.

“That’s what I thought,” he said gruffly.

And then he left. For several long moments, it was just Caledonia and the stuffy dark air of the tent. She drew careful breaths, counting to four on each until her heartbeat began to slow. She couldn’t move again if her life depended on it. And it might; she wasn’t entirely sure. She focused instead on the things she did know. She was in danger. She was in the custody of Bullets far from her crew. And she was alive.

She let the pain remind her of all she’d done to get here and that this was not the end of Caledonia Styx. Where there was pain, there was promise.

Tomorrow, she would be stronger.

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

When Caledonia next woke, there was someone else watching her.

He stood in the center of the tent, but he occupied the entire space. His figure was towering, and each of his limbs was reminiscent of a ship’s mast. Broad was the only word that could possibly describe him: broad shoulders, broad chest, broad stance, even the frown he wore seemed broad. He was dressed in layers of old-world fabrics—a shiny black shirt with short sleeves peeking out beneath a sturdy green vest and black pants tucked into boots. On his back was a single sword, and sheathed against his thigh was a smaller blade. He studied Caledonia from his great height, as though he’d come across a fallen tree in his path and was deciding how best to cut through it.

“You’re bigger than the other guy,” she said, giving her fingers a test squeeze.