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
"It didn’t slow," Hedrigall said. "The avanc wasn’t slowing down at all. The avanc was speeding up.
"We were ten miles away, then we were five miles away, and then four, and the city didn’t stop, and didn’t slow down.
"The world was foreshortened… The horizon was only a few thousand yards away, and it was growing closer, and Armada was accelerating.
"I began to panic then." There was no emotion in Hedrigall’s voice, as if he had bled dry of it in the sea. "I began to fire off my flares, trying to warn you of what you must have known.
"Probably… probably there was panic then," he said. "I wouldn’t know; I couldn’t see. Maybe you were all mesmerized, glass-eyed and stupid. But I bet not. I bet there was panic, as the end of the world crept up. With my flares bursting over you, ignored.
"Three miles, two.
"I was unmoving for a long time. Frozen.
"The southerly wind was strong, so the Arrogance was lowering, stretching back away from the Scar as if it was afraid, as afraid as me. That woke me.
"Who knows what happened? Maybe you knew, before you died. I wasn’t there.
"Maybe it was the avanc. Maybe after weeks of obedience it broke free of the impulses being fed into it. Maybe some spine that was supposed to plug into its brain snapped off, and the beast woke, confused and snared, and it tugged to try to free itself, careering on.
"Maybe the rockmilk engines failed. Maybe some possibility spilt out from the Scar, a possibility that the engines didn’t work. Gods know what happened.
"When I looked down I saw flotillas of little boats being dropped over the sides of the city, and tiny frantic crews hauling at oars and throwing up sails to get away. But the sea fought them, and I saw their sails bellying in all directions. The lifeboats, the yachts, the little skiffs began to eddy in those waters and curl around the city, overtaking it northward, even as they fought to go the other way. But the currents and the waves pulled them on like they were hungry.
"It was only minutes before the first of them reached the Scar. I watched that little dinghy spinning toward the edge, and saw specks that must have been the people inside it jumping out into the sea, and then the stern of the boat tipped suddenly and went over and was gone. Into that airy emptiness.