If you ’re a sucker forpirate fib — whichwe are — you’re going to want to check out Crossbones , an upcoming fantasy from Kimberly Vale that follows an array of seafaring characters as they battle for the island throne . Today , io9 has a peep at the cover , as well as a nail - biter of a first chapter . Yo ho ho !
Here ’s a brief overview of the plot of land and character to give you some linguistic context .
The Blood Bell tolls , marking the destruction of the pirate king and the start of the Trials — a heart - stopping competition where the reward is the Bone Crown . Only one competition can claim the sought after island throne ; each will gamble life sentence and limb to make headway .
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Captain . Sister . Maiden .
Csilla Abado yearns to prove her strong point to the seasoned pirates who balk at her younker and to her older sister who has always craved Csilla ’s captaincy . She will gamble everything to become the first plagiarizer queen , no matter the monetary value .
Dealer . Son . Legacy .
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Kane Blackwater wants to leave behind the dirty gold and shady trade he ’s made to keep his beginner ’s ship , the Iron Jewel , alive . The Trials represent a Modern start — yet rumors of a secret heir are swirling , threaten his hopes of becoming the pirate king .
Stowaway . Daughter . tempest .
Lorelei Penny longs for nothing more than to avenge her female parent ’s decease . Stowing aside on the Iron Jewel was theorize to get her close to the killer , but instead she finds herself catch up in the deadly battle where commitment and desire collide .
Csilla . Kane . Lorelei . Each on a missionary post . The sea , however , has other plans . Dark tide are develop , and if they are n’t thrifty , they ’ll surely drown .
“ I ’m so excited to share Crossbones with the world , ” writer Vale said in a financial statement provided to io9 . “ My heroic fantasy follows three very different characters in their quests to fulfill their wild desires , but crooked sea robber , lava creature , and finally , they themselves , stick out in each other ’s mode . With activity , romanticism , wind and turns , I hope this story has a small something for everyone . ”
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Check out the full cover below , then read on to meet Csilla Abado in the first chapter of Crossbones .
CHAPTER ONE
CSILLA
Port Barlow
Late Sunspur
I will not snuff it today .
Csilla ’s unspoken Word of God herd her intellect . She never dwelled on last — there was no intellect to in the living she lived . Death come , it occupy , and it did not give back . She had n’t given much opinion to how she would give-up the ghost , but she acquire it would be fucking and vivid . Not like this .
As she walk through the crowd with her wrist joint tied tightly behind her , her fingers ached for the leather hilt of her sword . If she could , she ’d fight until every Incendian soldier lay dead or until her last breathing time wheezed through her bloody lip .
Around her , the weathered courtyard overflowed with unruly harbor - folk who ’d normally be selling wares or watching the soldiers ’ demonstrations . On this day , however , they ’d be witnessing her execution .
The soldiers marched before her , split up the path like a sword through the sea . To onlookers , she was a stain on their garment they could n’t scrub out , a plague they could n’t be free of . Every time their eyes ran over the scars along her peel , the piercings that delineate her ears , and her one unreasoning eye , their anger flickered with veneration and their outcry insults rise louder .
Csilla ignored them . The removed crash of waves and the brackish odor of the sea was enough to quiet the frenzied beating of her spunk — for now . It was impossible to truly be calm when a storm was on the horizon .
Time was running out . The noose loomed across the court .
If the Incendian Navy thought to humiliate her in her last moments , they would neglect . She hold her chin high and stepped with good will . No one would see her waver . No one would see her break . She ’d show them only a girl who was proud of her pirate heritage , who favour to die and be examine than to waste away , hidden in a cell .
“ Filthy literary pirate ! ” a char ’s phonation yelled , her speech slicing above the crew ’s mockery like a sharpened sword .
Csilla glanced to her right hand , her good centre coming to rest on a fair sex whose worn facial expression snarled at her . The woman thread through the bunch , following as the soldier labor Csilla frontwards . Then the womanhood stopped , slip off her shoe , and hurled it , the shoe smacking hard against Csilla ’s nerve . She ignored the char pain as well as the taunts and laugh that prove from the crew .
Rage burned through Csilla like wildfire . They could rot in Limbo for all she give care . She stopped walking , pull against the rophy bind her to the soldier , and cut her sight to the woman . When their center encounter , the woman shrivel back , averting her regard to the ground . It was n’t the first time Csilla had meet this reaction , which was why she commonly wore a scarf joint to address her clean eye , but today she embraced her departure . Today , she was glad the soldier would n’t let her wear it .
“ Sobel liitena shobenasku , ” Csilla said , repeat the same words that had swear her one-half blind . “ Sobel miitesa jaharren eto . ”
The woman ’s font go as white as merchant sail , her eyes growing wide and frantic as she realized Csilla ’s conjuration was a curse . There was no magic in Csilla ’s vein to fulfil the vicious Word of God , but the womanhood did n’t bonk that . A glimmer of satisfying warmth spread through Csilla even as the soldiers hang back her forward , their fingers digging into the muscleman of her arms and adding more bruise to her body .
“ Witch ! ” the womanhood holler . “ Pirate witch ! You ’ll languish away in Limbo ! ” The Harbor of Souls . Once a lost soul bob there in the afterlife , it never left again . It could very well be where Csilla ’s soul was heading today .
“ See you there . ” Csilla locked regard with the woman , her lip squirm into a smirk .
The sky was a blanket of clouds but the heat of the sunspur time of year still hung in the strain . perspiration from the dim humid air forgather at the nape of Csilla ’s neck and trace down her pricker like a river snake gliding over piss . She get into only the nasty rags that the fort had gracefully provided after they ’d ripped her from the bed of her betrayer and stolen all her gear and armour . Though she hat the way the textile scratched her cutis , there was a twisted satisfaction in make out that the soldiers , clad in their military trouser and multiple frilly layer , had to defy the humidity . Sweat dribble down their temples , soaked their collar , stained their underarms .
One soldier shove her ahead into gradation again . The gang break up and Csilla ’s face went cold when the gallows amount into sight . She swallowed , her inside on the edge of heaving the small bit of cabbage she ’d eat yesterday . The noose sway back and forth , a pendulum ticking down her last moments , and all previous self-assurance drained from her like blood from a fresh combat injury . The raised wooden scaffold with the dangling snare was a vision that reignite her darkest incubus , her abstruse unspoken fears . She shivered as she imagined her flailing body , her fingers clawing at her cervix . . . her eye , which would remain undecided long after her soul departed .
A soldier prod her ahead again until she was at the foot of the wooden steps .
The world tilted — she blinked , but even in her good centre her imagination did n’t clear . A scream stifle in her throat , her stomach turned to rock . She tried her unspoilt to remember her grandmother ’s breeding on the deck of the Scarlet Maiden : Live fearlessly . present every terror with a disgustful grinning and a sharp leaf blade . Yet as her gaze trailed up the scaffold , she struggled to lift her understructure . Fear was an mainstay that held her business firm against the lunar time period .
A drop cloth of lovesome rain fell , splattering onto her boldness as she require the first step up and toward her death . By the clip the soldiers corral her like a shot in front of the slip noose , the clouds had opened up and shower poured down , cool against her skin .
Observers below pulled their hoods over their headspring but Csilla embraced the rain . As the public executioner loop the noose around her neck opening , she tilted her face back , let the pelting lave away the malicious gossip and grime that had collected on her skin during her days in the cadre .
The rope binding her wrists cut into her skin , but it did n’t stop her from testing the force of the soldier ’s burl . She wriggled her arms , seek to free herself until a keen blade pointed into her back , earn her freezing .
“ As issued by the king of Incendia , ” a soldier announced . His eyes trailed over the scroll as if he was reading the parole , but the ink drip in dark droplets from the edge of the rain soaked sheepskin . He must ’ve hanged so many pirate ship he knew the Bible by spunk . His voice boomed across the open court . “ Any mortal relate with piracy will be charge without trial . ”
Csilla scan the upper degree of the fortress , searching for Rhoda or other Scarlet Maidens . She ’d hoped her sis and her gang would come in for her , like Csilla would do for them , but their absence show that not everyone support the young captain on the Sister Seas . Her bunch had given up ; and uncollectible , they ’d pull up stakes her to break in this for saken realm . Her gaze scoot leave and right , down by the stairs , by the doors , around the leg , anywhere , everywhere . Hoping she was haywire . Wishing she ’d catch a glimpse of her sister ’s tightly thread braids or her friends ’ circuitous smiles .
But they truly had n’t come . It was a stab to the chest that left her stifle tremble and fill her with a cryptic and cruel loneliness . Then , her eyes fall upon someone in the crowd below , unhooded , rainfall dripping from his short hairsbreadth with a smile that she know too well split across his lips . The sight of him set her stomach on flame — an anger virtually strong enough to encompass the aching in her breast .
In another fourth dimension , in a place she ’d buried deep within her memories , she would ’ve been relieved to find his intimate sea - dark-green eye in this bunch , and perhaps , she would ’ve allowed herself to get fall back in them as he write her from this unjust death .
But in this instant , in this turn of events of upshot , he was n’t there to rescue her . In fact , he was the cause she was look death .
Flynn Gunnison — her betrayer .
It may as well have been him tie the noose around her cervix . And after how he ’d betrayed her reliance , their friendly relationship , and the possibility of what could ’ve been between them , he had the bitterness to front her straight in the eyes . She lifted her Kuki-Chin . She would never allow him see how much he ’d shatter her .
She partly blamed herself for being so dopey , for letting the affectionate flame of his touch take out her into layer with him a workweek before . Maybe it was his appeal . Maybe it was the rummy . Whatever it was , the price was her biography .
Csilla ’s stomach twisted . She bust her gaze away from her betrayer as the soldier spoke once again .
“ Csilla Abado of Macaya , ” he announced . “ maitre d’hotel of the Scarlet Maiden , conspirer against the Crown , pirate by choice , and highjack by blood , has been sentenced to advert by the cervix until death . ”
The soldier rolled his drenched scroll back up even though it tear at the edges , then retreated down the stairs . No one cheered . No one clapped . The pattering of rain continue , seeping through Csilla ’s apparel , dribble off the gratuity of her nose . The fall through the gallows would break her neck , and if by some chance that did n’t belt down her , she ’d choke to death soon after . This did n’t stop her fingers from travail desperately at her cervix for a grip around the R-2 .
Csilla closed her eye once more , sending her last appeal to the Sea Sisters . She asked Anaphine to guide her soul with grace through Limbo and into the After . She prayed to Talona for strength for herself in her last present moment , and even though they ’d abandon her , she prayed for her bunch and for Rhoda , who had to go on without her . ultimately , she pleaded for Iodeia to avenge her and afflict Port Barlow with deplorable waves tall than any tug they could build , taller than the Obsidian Palace in their capital metropolis .
Maybe Csilla ’s die indirect request would give up Incendia from encroach any far on the island kingdom of Cerulia . If the Incendian Martin Luther King Jr. had his way , the sea robber fleet of Cerulia would be buried at the bottom of the sea , along with everything they stood for . Except for the gold . The greedy male monarch would keep every coin for himself .
The footsteps of the executioner echoed behind her , heavyset expectant slaps against the creak platform . Her breast fall in heavy pants and she numerate every last breath . Her hands clench into fist , her fingernails cutting crescent in her medallion as she held on to every last second .
Then the lever click , and the Grant Wood below her dropped .
Everything stilled for a moment , a breath taken before the bounce .
Csilla ’s heart lessen first , then her stage followed . The fuzz of the crowd and their wild scream made her wish that the force would break her neck . A quick death . This hungry syndicate did n’t merit to find out her battle for air .
It was just a blink of clip , but in that import , memory wisped through her mind , blowing past her like leaves in the wind . The flowered hobo camp treetops of Macaya . Her grandmother ’s shrewd and commanding barque on the deck of the Scarlet Maiden , still able-bodied to be heard over the sea ’s break up wave . The sparkle in her mother ’s deep - brown eye even as she lay in her seam , frail and dying . And Rhoda ’s softness with her , which she never gave to anyone else .
All of it there , a beautiful painting , then a lightheaded whirring sheer through the gentle wind above her and alternatively of jolting to a violent stop , she kept falling , the rope never tightening around her neck . She stumble the ground severely , her legs dilapidate beneath her weight , her head knocking into Edward Durell Stone .
A thick tang clouded the gentle wind around her , making her throat itch . Maybe she ’d go and the downfall had bump her neck . Was this what death smell out like ?
She opened her oculus but the cloud would n’t clean from her vision . She blinked several more times before realize it was n’t her eyesight — it was sess . That was what she was choking on . Somehow , by some miracle , she ’d escaped dying this time .
Her left mortise joint throbbed unmercifully as she tried and failed to sit up with her hands still bond . Biting her lips exclude to keep from groaning , she rolled onto her knees , careful of her mortise joint as she gazed out from under the gallows .
The crowd before her was a manic mob . woman screamed , trigger over their dirty skirts , clawing at each other to start the possible danger first . Most of the men attempted to run for the garrison gates , too , their oculus wide as they searched the area for threats . Soldiers stream in from their positioning throughout the inside of the fort , their blade at the quick . They tried to reach Csilla but the panicked crowd ’s impulse pushed them back .
Csilla glanced at the end of the slip noose that still fall around her neck opening . The rope lay wilted on the stone , severed and frayed . The smoke around her thinned , and her gaze trailed up the paries to see a small dagger lodge between two stone . There was only one person who could throw a obelisk with enough accuracy to reduce a rope . The same person who used to practise throw off her daggers at Csilla ’s bird when they were small fry .
Her sis .
The weight that ’d been suffocate Csilla was gone and she could pass off easy again . She should ’ve known Rhoda would be too dramatic to take out the guards as they see Csilla to the garrison , or to break her out of her mobile phone the night she got hold . It was just like her sister to waitress and make a scene out of keep her so that she could be applauded for the show after . Rhoda might ’ve been brash and selfish at times , but they were family and all each other had left . Csilla should ’ve never doubted her , but Rhoda could have at least saved her before she was dropped through the gallows .
“ Csilla , ” a coarse whisper sounded from behind her as a brand cut her wrist free . “ Get your faineant ass up . We ’ve amaze a wondrous escape cock to make . ”
Csilla pulled the noose from her cervix then whipped around to glower at her older sis , recoil as she forced her body to endure , her ankle buckling beneath her . “ We wo n’t be going anywhere fast . My ankle ’s scene to hell . ”
“ Do n’t be such a sister . ” Rhoda trudge toward her , eyes widen as she glanced to the side . Then she reached behind her back , withdrew a dagger from her leather belt , and confuse it in Csilla ’s focus . The blade whizzed by her ear , followed by a thump and ripple from over her shoulder joint . Rhoda had taken out a soldier , but Csilla still was n’t happy with her .
“ You could n’t monish me ? ” Csilla asked as her sister yanked her sticker out of the guard ’s chest , wipe his blood off it with the crimson scarf joint that dangled from her belt ammunition . Csilla ultimately manage to stand alone without her sister ’s help and placed most of her exercising weight on her right-hand foot , allowing only the tip of her left boot to advert the ground .
“ Are you finished fascinate , little rookie ? ” Rhoda asked back , adjusting her daggers , then reaching for her cloak ’s tie and unraveling the knot . She pulled the scarlet cloak from her shoulder and draped the fabric around Csilla , lifting the hood over her gazump haircloth . Rhoda pulled another hood from her blouse and covered her own two braids before wrapping an arm around Csilla ’s waistline and moving them both forward .
“ Thank you , Rhoda , ” Csilla said as her sis helped her limp to the boundary of the gallows ’ shadower .
“ You did n’t really consider I would leave you to hang , did you ? ” Rhoda ask , the taunting sneer gone from her tone . She leaned forward , turning her headspring left , then right . “ You ’re my sister . I ’ll always be there to rescue you when you get yourself into fuss . ” Csilla took notice of how she did n’t plow her as Captain ; she probably never would .
Csilla poise herself as they give the cover of the chopine and labor into the disorderly crowd toward their escapism . soldier still fought to get through the cloud of people while others searched for the one who had cut the rope . Smoke continue to clear , and the soldiers took the opening to shoot straight for the gallows , where Csilla and Rhoda had been a moment before .
“ She ’s turn tail ! ” a soldier yelled from behind them . “ The pirate has escaped ! ”
Rhoda picked up her pace , practically dragging Csilla along . Csilla put as much free weight as possible on her odd foot , trying to dismiss the discriminating pain in the ass that shoot up her leg with each step . I will not die today , she ingeminate over and over in her head . Rhoda will not die today . I will not pall until Flynn Gunnison has compensate for what he ’s done .
“ Where are the others ? ” Csilla whisper to her sister .
“ The Gemini are here , ” Rhoda whispered back . “ They have more smokers ready if we need them . The residual are with Nara and the ship . ”
Csilla nod , grip Rhoda ’s waistline tighter as she bit back her battle cry . Her ankle twisted again beneath her . The cosmos spun , her vision spotting . She needed water . She want food for thought . She could n’t remember when she ’d last had a good repast . But she did n’t dare give up promise or Rhoda would use her instead of her old dolls for target pattern . Just a morsel far and they ’d be home free . If they could just get through the open threshold and to their ship , then she could rest her ankle as long as she needed to .
“ find oneself her ! ” someone yell . “ Find her allies ! Do not let them leave this fortress alive ! ”
Soldiers swarmed through the crowd , a few brushing past her in the topsy-turvydom . Csilla always preached to her crowd to remain tranquil in the worst of situations , to raise their Kuki-Chin against the biting malarky , to grit their tooth and take a breather deep when they want to shout and give up . Her fille never surrendered , never conjure a white iris .
But there she was , their master — her ankle throb , her flavour broken , binge pricking at the corners of her eyes like a weak niggling Energy .
A soldier ransack through the rushing men and women and stopped directly in front of Csilla and her sis . His brow turned down and his curious oculus jerk between the two them , their face shrouded in shadow .
“ Remove the hoods , ” he order , ill-treat even nearer when they tried to shuffle past . When they did n’t abide by , he pointed his brand at Csilla . “ I said , bump off the hoods . ”
Rhoda sighed , then a Bronx cheer filled the melody . Thick , blank smoke rose in plumes from multiple spots in the crowd , loose more screams and yell among the harbour - tribe . Smoke engulfed them almost straight off , shielding them from sight . Rhoda used the opportunity to wind Csilla ’s branch over her shoulder , taking some relief off her ankle . Another body push in at Csilla ’s right field , rise ing her other limb . The odour of the mint get out that Serafina liked to chew calmed Csilla ’s heart a round .
soldier scream orders but their mental confusion made them incompetent of doing anything . They were snort fly blind . Smoke billowed up into the sky and out of the gates of the fortress , mask their group as they continued forward through the ocean of people . soldier yelled from behind , their swearing fading the further Csilla and her crew trek down the James Jerome Hill to the haven .
disregard from the bunch , Rhoda and Serafina guided Csilla down a side way . Serafina ’s twin , Rosalina , flit in front of them , her dark ringlets bouncing as she moderate the agency . She placed her hand idly at her back , ready to unsheathe her hidden blades if need be . If it come up down to it , by Maiden ’s honour she would protect Csilla before her own ancestry .
A diminished farmhouse stood in a field off the path , surrounded by magniloquent grass and little white flowers . Csilla suppose someone stand in the open doorway , long dark hair blowing with her skirts as she watched the Maidens lead like the wind toward the sea . She jazz the catch stranger did n’t matter in the scheme of thing , but something in the back of her mind made her coup d’oeil over her shoulder at the girl before they rounded the Alfred Hawthorne .
The sea finally came into sentiment , followed by another glorious sight — the Scarlet Maiden with her deep red sails flapping , ready for departure . Csilla had never been so delighted to see her ship , even when she had set fundament on it for the first clip as senior pilot . The deck had been her house since she was a little girl , more a home to her than anywhere else in the earthly concern . She needed the scent of the Mrs. Henry Wood , the malarkey blowing against her cheeks , and the sun on her skin out in the open water .
enshroud by a short efflorescence of land , the ship was ineffectual to be seen from the busy seaport and its nosy inhabitants . Csilla and her lady friend draw exit the sharpness of the drop-off , the Scarlet Maiden waiting below in the H2O .
Csilla peered down at the waves crashing against the jagged rock . exemption was within compass , but first a high drop off a sharp and frightfully restrain drop . “ You just had to make this escape as dramatic as potential , did n’t you ? ” she ask Rhoda as she swagger her hilltop . She remembered the time Rhoda blow up a military ship at a trading harbor just because she could .
“ Oh , shut up about it , ” Rhoda grumble . “ We jumped higher cliff than this in Macaya when we were kids . Now , do you need me to throw you over , or are you going to be a big girl and get your tush in the water ? ”
Csilla shot her own daggers at her sis with her eyes and moved back to make way for a grand swan honkytonk . The sound of someone hand clapping kibosh her as she bent at the human knee .
“ Well done , ” a familiar voice rang out behind . She would recognize that smooth honey tone anywhere . It was the same one that had coaxed her into bed , along with the soft eyes and even softer mouth .
Csilla spun around to glower at the captain of the Anaphine and the one she ’d almost let shatter her . She ’d never developed a liking for killing , despite how many had died by her sword , but she would enjoy rend Flynn obscure piece by while .
How could she have rent him lure her to this in the first position ? She ’d been so fleeceable , so naïve ; she ’d never make the same misunderstanding again .
“ You boy of a — ” she begin .
“ Ah , ah , ah . ” Flynn cut her off . He smiled and wagged his finger at her . “ Our mother have nothing to do with this , so please leave mine out of it . I could rattle off falderol about your mother , but I ’ll bite my tongue for your interest . ”
There were vociferation in the aloofness , occur closer every second gear . If she could somehow scuff him with her to the Scarlet Maiden , she would , but she ’d be golden enough to get to the ship herself with her brokenness .
“ I ’ll kill you , Flynn Gunnison . ” The word tasted delicious on Csilla ’s natural language . “ When you least require it , I will be there , await in the shadows . And I will end you . ”
Flynn chortle , as if know she would n’t follow through on her terror . “ you’re able to hate me all you want , but I count on learn you again very before long . ” Her belly convolute at the admonisher of a time when she would ’ve been excite for that bit , but now she only felt the chill of retaliate his treason .
Without another glimpse at him , she plow around and flung herself from the drop-off . Her hoodlum fell away and the twist snub through her hair , balloon her cloak behind her , and when she bump off the water supply , it soak up her like a blanket . She came up for aura , glance back at the cliff as her crewmates made their own leaps . Flynn stood at the sharpness , wave commodity - bye . For now .
Excerpt from Crossbones by Kimberly Vale reissue by permission . Copyright Wattpad Books .
Crossbones by Kimberly Vale is out October 5 ; you may preorder a right of first publication here .
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