Pushkin Children's Books

Let’s get one thing straight, Alosa. You are my prisoner.

She protects her own.

The gangplank is plenty big to walk across without having to try to balance. I could probably do it with my eyes closed. Still, its width is small enough that I’m tempted to give Riden a slight push.

As if sensing this, he says, “Don’t even think about it.”

“I already did.”