Chapter Twenty-Eight:  The Throne and the Sea

The Court of Brannawstead Proper, four weeks before the destruction of Port Vagrant “Well, that is certainly… unfortunate,” Caradoc groused. He rubbed at his tired eyes with forefinger and thumb, then looked at the merchant that Maertin Meriwether had brought before him. The sixth this month, to be sure. They were in the meadhall of … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Eight:  The Throne and the Sea

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: On the Shores of Shattering

Port Vagrant, somewhere in the Serpentine Sea Port Vagrant was not what Ryker was expecting. Ryker expected Port Vagrant to be shrouded in a mysterious fog. Dark shadows rising against the sea. Questionable rocky beaches and stern inhabitants looking at him like he was their next meal. But it wasn’t dark or gloomy. It was … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Seven: On the Shores of Shattering

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Voice of Death

"This is more dumb than crossing the Lucent Sea on an oyster skiff." Rhia was absentmindedly tugging on ends of her gloves—Atlas's gloves—flexing her fingers when they weren't at her neck, reaching for her absent necklace. "You don't have to come," Atlas said. "The ship is right over there. I'm sure Apata would greatly appreciate … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Five: The Voice of Death

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Priestess, the Vagabond

Southern Citadel Tower, southeast of Central by many, many miles Apata opened Rhia’s eye again, for the umpteenth time. The sphere of muscle and jelly-like tissue rolled in its socket. The girl was out like a candle in a typhoon. The silver rimming her irises was still there, and some innate, childish part of Apata held … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Four: The Priestess, the Vagabond