Call of the Bone Ships (The Tide Child #2)

by R.J. Barker

“I cannot disagree, but go out we must.

felt this was a mistake, and he suspected Meas did too – though she would never admit it. “A shipwife only ever moves forward,” she had said. “I’ll not look to the errors in my wake, Twiner, not once I have set my horizons straight by ’em.”

She had her own ideas already; of course she did, she always did. He was her sounding board, something to catch her ideas and throw them back so she could consider them from different angles, see them anew as if they were some strange and new creature brought up from the depths.

She walked to the rail, putting both hands on it as if to transfer the weight of command from her shoulders to the ship, even if only for a moment.

“I do not know how, Shipwife.” “I did not ask for excuses.” She glanced away as a roar from the enemy filled

this one was vaster. By an order of magnitude. As

“Did I ask your opinion?”

“I do not want an explanation of the technicalities,” said Joron, “I want a solution,”