Chapters (57)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR
- Dedication
- Before
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Oran stilled. Moonlight pooled in the rings of his brown eyes, making them sad and deep. “Because the only thing I know for sure is that I am alive right now. Tomorrow might change that. And even if I somehow manage to survive this whole fight, I don’t see how I fit in the world after it changes. So, I have to say it. Because being in love with you is the best thing I’ve done with my life.”
Caledonia nearly stopped breathing. It was impossible to parse all he’d just shared, but her mind hung on one word: after.
When she imagined the future, she imagined a world where her crew and everyone who had ever felt the pressure of Aric’s thumb might live without fear or constant coercion. She imagined cities that weren’t founded on violence and the ruined lands to the north covered in verdant crops. She imagined Nettle in command of her own brilliant crew; Hime working to ensure soiltech and medtech traveled far and wide; Sledge finding ways to help Bullets transform their lives.
She imagined herself . . . not at all. She imagined the end, the moment her fight would be finished, but there was never anything after except a feeling of relief. A kind of absence of feeling, as though she had been so focused on this fight for so long that without it she might cease to exist.
“How can I possibly love?” she asked, horrified. “I keep asking you to do terrible things, to endure terrible things and—” She nearly gasped. Tears threatened in the back of her throat, but they weren’t for him. “I will probably ask you to do something just as terrible again.”
“And I’ll do it willing—”
“No.” She stood abruptly. “No. I’m sorry. I can’t love you, Oran. Not until this ends.”
She turned, biting down on an incomprehensible maelstrom of emotion, and walked away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Pine, Gloriana, Tin, Ares, Folly, and eight others of Caledonia’s crew gathered on the low docking level of the megaship the next morning. Early dawn washed their figures in shades of purple and gray as they met with Tug and the additional twelve Bullets appointed by Tassos. Twenty-six in all. The team was to sail behind the Net all the way to the southernmost tip of the peninsula, where twenty-five would disembark and the remaining Bullet would return with the boat.