Chapter 9 · free to read
It didn't attack. It brought me something dead and put it down at my feet, the way a hound does, and the whole port began screaming.
A beast's blood carries more air than four thousand of Vane's tanks. Everybody on that dock did the arithmetic at the same moment.
The bond didn't feel like power. It felt like a door opening in a house I had lived in all my life without ever finding the other rooms.
Eleven weeks earlier I was a hand, unrated, hiding behind an empty tank. That morning I stopped six barges standing on the water in front of the entire port.
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