BOOK THREE - RETURN OF THE QUEEN

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

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BOOK ONE

A FLEDGELING TAKES FLIGHT

Chapter 1

For nearly two weeks, the Fantazikes had moored their armada in an empty field on the outskirts of Petragrad, a large port city crouching along the banks of the Batiysk Sea. Their airships creaked and groaned, iridescent balloons undulating in stiff winds like dancers stepping in time to a waltz. Lightning squirmed, hot and electric in the leaden sky, and the tang of ozone mingled with salty sea air.

Hands raised, eyes closed, and senses tuned into the storm’s every subtlety, I stood among the armada and directed a grand orchestra of booming thunder, crackling lightning, and howling winds—something I’d never believed myself capable of doing only a few weeks before. But Justina, the Fantazikes’ matriarch, had upheld her offer to help me train and develop my powers. Because of her rigorous drills and guidance from my grandfather’s spirit, I’d overcome my previous shortcomings.

The thunder and I were a duet, harmonious and synchronized. Let Le Poing Fermé come for me now.

But gaining control of my powers and fighting Le Poing Fermé were only minor ordeals compared to the impossible task of reclaiming the Inselgrish throne. Like a fledgling learning to fly, I needed to swallow my fears and jump off my safe little branch. I only hoped I could flap my wings fast enough to keep from crashing.

“Still no word from Gideon?” I asked the Fantazikes’ matriarch as she hobbled to my side. “I should’ve received his report by now.”

“I am sure he is safe.” Justina stared into the turbulent sky, and the winds played with the loose strands of her white hair like children winding a maypole. “That young man of yours is quite capable.”

I scrubbed my face as though I could wipe away my worries and fears. “Capable is an understatement when it comes to Gideon. Doesn’t mean I don’t regret sending him away or that I don’t fear for him while he’s gone.”

“It is the obligation of a queen to make those difficult choices and suck on her regrets like sour grapes. Or you could flee now, call your guardian back, and run to the farthest corner of the continent together. Travel to Zhuyueguo and hide in a small village. Get married, change your name, make babies.”

“A few months ago, I would have seriously considered that option.” Well, except for the making babies part.

“What made you change your mind?”

I took her hand and kissed her wrinkled knuckles. “You, my lady. You care for your people and protect them from being corrupted by selfish forces. They’ve thrived under your leadership. I care for the people of Inselgrau in the same way and want to see them flourish.”

I’d always loved the citizens of my country but in a detached, theoretical way. I’d been complacent and spoiled, relying on my father to bear the burden of caring for our people. In his absence, there had been a void of power and too many individuals with self-interested motivations vying to fill it. Inselgrau deserved a leader who cared for its citizens more than herself.

I didn’t know if I was that person, but I wanted to be.

For the first time since fleeing Inselgrau, I started to believe I could be.

“You’ve taught me how to tame the thunder, Justina. Perhaps you’ll come to Inselgrau with me and teach me how to tame a country.”

She threw back her head and hacked a toothless cackle. “There is not enough gold in the world, my girl, to pay for such a lesson. It is something you either have in your blood or not.”

“Do you think it’s in my blood?”

She shrugged her thin, hunched shoulders and cinched her shawl around her neck, warding off the breeze. “Are you asking me to tell you your fortune?”

Magic and Magicians were real, and I could make lightning bow to my will with a thought. So perhaps it wasn’t so strange that Justina could see into the future, even if it was only through a hazy window. “No, I don’t think it would help.”

She cackled again. “Fate is no rigid road, paved in unmoving stones. It is more like a river with strong currents. But rivers can be dammed. Trenches can be dug to redirect their flow. I can tell you what I see for you in the future, Evie, but you have enough will to force the river to flow any way you want it to go, and that is what matters most.”

A blush crawled up my neck and settled in my cheeks. “I already promised you my loyalty, Justina.” The Fantazikes’ matriarch hadn’t taken me in and trained me out of the pure goodness of her heart. In return for her hospitality, we’d made more than a few deals guaranteeing the long-term safety of her clan—deals that would forever render me, Evelyn Stormbourne, patron queen of the Fantazikes. “You don’t have to win my favor with excessive flattery. Save that for when I’m actually wearing a crown.”

With a swipe of my hand, the lightning calmed. The bruised skies healed, giving way to a late-afternoon sky full of chalky clouds and milky light. The Fantazikes’ airships settled. Their captains capered across their decks, hurrying to stow their lightning rigs. I’d been useful to them and therefore not unwelcome, but their latest fair had come to an end. They had packed up their booths, boxing rings, musical platforms, and trinkets in preparation for the journey to their next destination.

I hadn’t planned on moving along with them, and neither had they invited me.

When Gideon had left for Inselgrau, he’d vowed to send notice of his safe arrival. He was supposed to have dispatched a report on the state of my former kingdom. He was also supposed to have named the place and time where we would convene to discuss what actions to take next. Yet it had been four weeks, and I’d heard nothing from him. We’d made no contingency plans because he’d insisted we wouldn’t need them. Contingency plans meant preparing for failure, and I never would’ve worked up the courage to begin if I’d allowed myself to anticipate defeat.

For the umpteenth time that day, I stared at the road leading from Petragrad, hoping to spot a messenger riding out from the local church, bringing me Gideon’s correspondence.

Justina squeezed my shoulder. “Come, girl. You will have supper with my kin tonight.”

I nodded, unable to speak past the swollen lump in my throat. Where are you, Gideon? Please be all right.

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