Chapters (65)
- Prologue
- Part One: Channels
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Interlude I: Elsewhere
- Interlude II: Bellis Coldwine
- Part Two: Salt
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Interlude III: Elsewhere
- Part Three: The Compass Factory
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Interlude IV: Elsewhere
- Part Four: Blood
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Interlude V: Tanner Sack
- Interlude VI: Elsewhere
- Part Five: Storms
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Interlude VII: Basilisk Channel
- Interlude VIII: Elsewhere
- Part Six: Morning Walker
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Interlude IX: The Brucolac
- Part Seven: The Lookout
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Coda: Tanner Sack
The Brucolac ignored him and continued. "I’m against this because we both know this won’t stop with the avanc." His voice was cold. Doul looked away. The night was without stars or horizon: the sea and sky bled ink into each other. "And it’s not going to take long for others to clock that. Shaddler might do whatever it’s told till the fucking sea boils, but do you think Jhour and Booktown will stick with the Lovers when they realize what the plan really is? Uther, you’re heading for mutiny."
"Deadman…" began Doul, and paused heavily. Doul was the only man in the city who used the foreign honorific. It came from his homeland. "Deadman Brucolac. I’m the Lovers’ man. You know it, and you know why. And maybe it could have been another way, but it isn’t. I’m a soldier, Brucolac. A good soldier. If I didn’t think they could do it-if I didn’t think it would work-then I wouldn’t support it."
"Bullshit." The Brucolac’s voice came hard and throaty. "Gods fuck and damn it, Uther, that… is a lie. Do you remember, do you even remember how I found out what they want to do with the avanc?"
"Spies," said Doul levelly, meeting his eyes again.
The Brucolac was dismissive. "Spies could only ever get insinuations and hints. Don’t lie to yourself. I know because you told me."
Doul’s eyes went quite cold and sharp.
"That is slander and I will not have you repeat it-" he said, but the Brucolac broke him off with laughter.
"Look at yourself," he urged, incredulous. "Who do you think you’re talking to? Stop being so fucking pompous. You know what I mean. Of course you didn’t volunteer the information, or even damn well admit it. But shit, Uther, I came to you and confronted you with what I’d worked out, and you… Well, you’re too professional to give away anything that could come back to bite you, but if you’d wanted to mislead me or leave me thinking I was wrong you could have.
"You didn’t. And I’m grateful. And fair enough, if you want to play this stupid game where you’ll not admit what we both know to be the case, and you won’t confirm my suspicions but you damn well won’t deny them either, then that’s… that’s fine. Just keep on being silent.