climbing calisthenics?” “What’s that!” shouted a muffled male voice from the warehouse on the nearby dock. A musket fired, and for a moment all grew still. Then a scream of pain sent a chill hurtling down Amaranthe’s spine. The sound broke off with a crunch. “There’s a reason,” she answered Maldynado grimly. “Uh huh, got that.” He scrambled out of his bunk, shoved Books aside, and flew up one of the ropes.
