Chapter ONE - Weebly

that bloodied alley.
Mercy is weakness.
He refused to believe that. He was a mutineer and a
conjurer. The members of the Admiralty Court had
known this when they sent Ethan to labor in the cane
fields rather than sentencing him to swing from the
gallows. That had been an act of mercy, an
acknowledgment that while Ethan had done wrong, he
had been young and stupid rather than truly wicked.
Where was the weakness in what the court had done?
“Ethan?”
Holin stood with his hands buried in his pockets, his
eyes following Yellow-hair, who was still on Ann
Street, though out of earshot.
“That man works for Sephira Pryce, doesn’t he? He
even mentioned her.”
Every time Ethan saw Holin he thought the boy must
have grown by half a foot or more. He had nearly
reached Ethan’s height and would probably grow
another six inches before he was done. Still, his face
was that of a boy, and he remained gangly. He looked
like he was never sure of the whereabouts of all four