The Dust Navigtor
Dust Ocean | Book 2
No one believes a woman can become a ship’s navigator in a male-dominated society, but Lissa was going to prove them wrong.
Lissa is excited to arrive at the prestigious University of Flux Navigation, even if she is forced into a lesser program of study just for girls. Other students are jealous of her natural talents and make her social life a living nightmare. A handsome young man expresses interest in her, but the secrets he keeps soon overshadows his charms and good looks.
To prove her genius, Lissa excels in classes, competes in school-wide competitions, and outshines the competition wherever she goes. When an exalted teacher finally recognizes her promise, she must pass a Drujan journeyman’s test in order to prove once and for all she is navigator material...especially as a female.
Life at the university may be a trial for Lissa, but things turn from bad to worse upon learning the pirate king is on his way to murder her. She once wronged this cruel man, and the need for revenge burns hot in his heart. Curious creatures call to her from the dust, begging for her help in exchange for theirs, and she badly needs their help.
If she is to graduate and survive the pirates, she’ll need all the wits and skills to outsmart everyone who wants her to fail...or worse, die.
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The cage was sinking into the dust, while the men began to take up the slack.
“Get it!” she cried.
“I can reach it.” Petala all but leaped overboard, gripping the gunwale fiercely while he reached out. His outstretched fingers fell agonizingly short of the metal cage.
“I’d better bring us to a stop,” Palomar said, grinding on the winch.
“No,” Petala cried. “I’ve got it.”
He leaned forward until one hand latched on to the cage. At the same time, he lost his balance and fell into the dust.
“Petala!” Lissa screamed. Her heart exploded in her chest. “No! Petala!”
The boy went under the surface.
“Wakfok!” Palomar dropped the winch handles and pushed past Lissa. Faradan, meanwhile, didn’t stop to think but reached so far into the dust ocean that he was about to fall in too. His arms swept about below the surface.
“Have you got him?” Lissa cried.
Palomar grabbed Faradan’s lower body. Faradan sucked in a breath right before his head went under the surface. Palomar hauled him back up, spraying dust everywhere. In turn, Faradan yanked Petala up, coughing and choking and gasping for air.
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