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274 pages, Paperback
First published September 20, 2016
‘He may want me, but he does not have my permission to take me. I do not belong to Peter Pan. Or any man, for that matter.’

Tied around the base of the pearls, its singed corners flapping in the wind, was a small note. Wendy unfolded it slowly.
"To Wendy," it read, in Peter's messy scrawl, "I dream of you."
At the bottom of the note was a bloody fingerprint...
Wendy Darling lifted her arms above her and crowed, her body rocking wildly on the edge of the crow’s nest, feeling like she was flying over the chaos below, the line between life and death dangerously close.
Free.
She saw Hook look up at her with a devilish smile. He then lifted his head and crowed as well, facing the waves with a determined stare as water washed over him. The Sudden Night heaved her breast forward once again, and Wendy and Captain James Hook continued crowing at the waves, feeling a joy that not even the Shadow could take from them.
She reached out and wrapped her hands around the wheel, surprised at how cool and wet the wood was, and how her palms fell so naturally around the handles. Her dress brushed the spindle, and Wendy looked at the sky. She heard the cries of seagulls overhead, and her nostrils filled with the smell of the salty sea. The blood in the water was now the same blood that ran through her veins, and it pulled to her. This once foreign danger was now something she returned to, and her hands instinctively turned the wheel as she watched the bowsprit crash through the waves.
“If Lomasi and I ever allowed ourselves to have children, in my wildest dreams, I would hope that I would have a daughter as brave as you are.” Wendy felt her eyes fill with tears. She missed her father.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “And you…” she paused, finding the words on her tongue, “you are a good man who has done some very bad things. Perhaps try to do better this time around.”
What else was this all for though? If she could never return home, what was the point? To stay here, perpetually in fear for her life from Peter, from the mermaids, from rapist pirate lords? She paused. No. That was not an option, and so the only way out of this place was to fight. To fight for her family, for her brothers, for her future with the bookseller’s son.
Some men had armor. She had a blue dress.