The Girl Who Shattered the Sea ebook

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Book 3 in the Royal Mages series

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Sometimes your only hope is a bitter enemy…

Princess Derya of Cinar expected a hero’s welcome after her triumphant quest in the north. Instead, she’s greeted by whispers that her father plans to name another heir—and her scheming cousins are vying to take her place.

Desperate to prove herself, Derya accepts her father’s command and embarks on an impossible mission. Her task: recover the magical crown Cetus lost a millennium ago, now rumored to be hidden in islands infested with Cetus’s monsters. Her only lead? The kings of the north—who, after her last visit, are nursing old grudges and would rejoice to witness her defeat.

If Derya fails to return with the crown, Cetus will proceed unopposed with his plans to enslave the continent, starting with the princess who defied him. Derya will not only have lost her throne.

She’ll have lost the world.

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Chapter 1

Seventy-eight days after the winter solstice

29th year of Emperor Vural Tzimiskes

Princess Derya of Cinar yearned to scream, to shout, to fling herself overboard and swim for shore. Towering sails flapped overhead, and the wind seemed to hold its breath as the ship crested a wave at the mouth of Nafplio Bay. After almost a month of fighting one winter sea storm after another, she despaired they would never return.

The storms, she suspected, had been sent by Cetus, the evil sorcerer whose ambition to enslave the continent raged unabated through the centuries. She shivered, clutching her sea cloak tighter around her shoulders. What terrors would he send if he knew I stole his scepter?

The Nafplian diodochi’s palace loomed over the harbor, as gloomy and foreboding as when she saw it last. But this time, instead of brooding gray clouds that threatened snow, somber ashen masses hung low in the sky, portending rain.

She pushed against the wooden rail of the Barden’s bow as if she could hurry the ship along. The Nafplians had given her fifty days to retrieve Cetus’s magical scepter. If she failed, the Nafplians, cowed by Cetus’s threats, would capitulate to him in hopes he wouldn’t destroy them as he rampaged over the continent. If they did, Cinar would lose a valuable ally in the war. The suffering and death of millions would rest on her shoulders.

And this morning marked the fiftieth day.

Derya cast a glance over her shoulder at Chiliarch Bahadir, who was deep in conversation with the ship’s captain. Would he notice if she used her water magic to hurry them along? Better not. Weeks of short rations had left all of them weak, and she needed her strength for the confrontation to come. Patience, Derya.

The captain strode to the bow and shouted orders. Two sailors lowered the flapping mainsail. Others scrambled belowdecks. Within a few moments, a drum began to beat, and the sound of splashing oars reached Derya’s ears. At last.

Bahadir turned to rest his back against the rail. “I don’t know about you, but I’m grateful those clouds are hanging onto the rain like a miser grips a coin. I’ve had enough of storms for a lifetime.”

Derya laughed. “And I thought you enjoyed the patter of rain.”

“Not on a ship tossed by waves higher than the mast. I’m looking forward to a little quiet.”

“You think we’ll find it in Nafplio? I’m wondering if anyone else was murdered while we were gone.” Including my dear cousin Nazif.

Bahadir chuckled. “Let’s hope—”

His words were lost in a gurgle.