"I don't think so." Cal took one of Crysabel's hands and pulled her around in front. "Sit." She pointed at the other chair. The girl sat with a natural grace, and bit of a pout on her lips.

"You want adventure, you want to rebel against all the things which keep you from living that adventure. But it isn't that easy. I visited the engine room out of boredom. Then a man was killed horribly. I started helping out seriously because I could, and there was no one else." Cal's lips ...