The Boundless by Anna Bright

The Boundless

The Boundless (Beholder Series Book 2) by Anna Bright
English | 2020 | Children/Young Adult | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.5 MB

When Selah found true love with Prince Torden of Norway, she never imagined she’d have to leave him behind. All because the Beholder’s true mission was a secret Selah’s crew didn’t trust her to keep: transporting weapons to the rebels fighting against the brutal tsarytsya, whose shadow looms over their next port of Shvartsval’d. A place Selah hoped she’d never go.

But gone is the girl who departed Potomac filled with fear. With a stockpile of weapons belowdecks and her heart hanging in the balance, Selah is determined to see the Beholder’s quest to its end.

A storm was building. Dark birds circled the crow’s nest. Cold salt water surged around us, crashing against the Beholder’s hull and the rocky Norsk coast at our back.

They were ill omens, all.

My stomach lurched as the ship rolled, the deck dozens of feet below me, little but mist and trembling ropes between us. Clouds hung low in the sky, gray as pewter, heavy as lead. They threatened to smother me.

Everything looked different from the crow’s nest. Everything looked different in the aftermath of their deception.

When we’d left England, after everything that happened at court in Winchester, I’d been relieved to find myself aboard ship again. I’d felt safe out on the ocean, my path ahead clear, the Beholder my home away from home.

But I’d been wrong about everything. Lang was a liar, and the Beholder was no haven for lost girls.

I knew the truth now. With every gust of wind, every wash of water over the Beholder’s sides, our route would carry us farther away from my father and my home and the stepmother who had wanted me gone and toward Shvartsval’d and its tsarytsya. Toward the rebellion Lang and the rest had been seeking since before we left Potomac.

But now we traveled east on my orders. Alessandra would never have dreamed of such success when she expelled me from Potomac to search for a husband.

From this height, too, the crew looked different. It wasn’t just that I’d never seen the top of Basile’s head and broad shoulders before, or noticed quite how gracefully Jeanne loped across the deck; from the towering height of the crow’s nest, I could keep eyes on all of them at once.

I hadn’t felt I’d needed to in weeks, since I’d come to trust them.

I’d been unwise.

I leaned back against the mainmast and tried to let the salt wind soothe the betrayal that still burned in my gut. The fear that ran cold up my spine when I thought of how far I was from home. How far I had yet to go. How every moment, Asgard and Torden slipped farther behind me.

Lang stood outside Homer’s quarters, hands in his pockets, chin lifted as he listened to Andersen. The older sailor was arguing with him about something, his hands waving dramatically as he tried to make his point, his gray-gold hair drifting around his thin face in the breeze. Lang settled his hands in his pockets, arching his brows at Andersen as he rattled on.

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