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381 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 23, 2015



“Cadet, if you keep talking like that,” Sanders said in a voice that could cut through a monsoon and still reach the intended ear. “People are going to think God scooped out your brains and replaced them with rainbows and horse shit.”
“Rachie whispered, “Did she just say she was a coward? Oh my god—can you imagine if Sanders admitted something like that? He’d probably kill us all for hearing it.”
“Do you think she’s going to kill us?” Gracas whispered back in a harried voice.”

“Then we’d better hurry.”
“Yes, Rohnan. Thank you,” she said sarcastically. “That was the one part of my plan I had forgotten about—hurrying.”

“Judging by the rage and desire both pulsing through his mind, he was fighting an impulse to both throw her overboard, and kiss her. It seemed he hadn’t yet decided which action he’d rather choose.
“Act on either of your thoughts, Cayan, and one of us is going swimming. I’ve survived stormy waters. Have you?”
“His people might find men crying a weakness, but she wasn’t of his people, and she would make this big, tough bastard blubber like a baby.”













“Yes, Rohnan. Thank you for, again, stating the obvious. What did I do without you all this year?"
“You made me tough, and your guidance made me better.”
“If only it improved your jokes…”
“Women who have suffered, no matter how afraid, hold out their hands in aid to help others. To create a loyalty like no other--as strong as an oak, as enduring as a mountain, and as brutal as Time—look no further than a female who has risen from the ashes.”
“Once upon a time I would’ve found her complete lack of interest in killing one’s own troops cause for alarm. I might’ve worried she’d slit my throat in my sleep. Now that I know she probably will, I find I’m not as concerned.”
“I wouldn’t slit your throat in your sleep, Sanders. I would do it when you were awake. Think of the sport it would be.” Shanti’s voice was colored with humor. Sanders snorted.”
“She was the lightning, he was the thunder. Together they were a force of nature itself, so beautiful, yet full of unpardonable destruction.”
“Judging by the rage and desire both pulsing through his mind, he was fighting an impulse to both throw her overboard, and kiss her. It seemed he hadn’t yet decided which action he’d rather choose.
“Act on either of your thoughts, Cayan, and one of us is going swimming. I’ve survived stormy waters. Have you?”











You will not kill yourself if you get taken—you will wait for me to come and get you. In the meantime, you will need to be able to get yourself out from under someone bigger.”
“Is that right…?” Shanti said in a deathly quiet voice. “That’s mighty presumptuous.”
Cayan sat up. Blood dripped down his neck. “Yes. This is non-negotiable. I will protect you if the worst comes to pass, even from yourself, just as I have done since you were carried into my city. I will not lose you, Shanti—you should know that by now. Since they will not kill you, that allows me time. Xandre might be a battle lord, but he is only a man. If he harms you, he will be a dead man.”
“Poetic.” Shanti wiped her face from sweat and stood. “But you have no idea what you’re talking about. He’s not just a man, Cayan, he has elevated himself into a nightmare. One I can’t seem to wake up from. I will not let myself be raped and tortured so you can try to play the hero.”
“I will get my way,” Cayan said easily as he stood.
“In all things, I will get my way.”
“We can get through this place because we’re a team, Shoolan. And we have the Captain. These other people, they didn’t have the Captain.”
Leilius sounded so sure. The kid was the most trusting, positive person Shanti had ever known.
“Cadet, if you keep talking like that,” Sanders said in a voice that could cut through a monsoon and still reach the intended ear. “People are going to think God scooped out your brains and replaced them with rainbows and horse shit.”
She turned in her saddle so she could see Leilius. He rode like a sack of potatoes not properly tied on. She really hoped she didn’t look like that.