“So what’s the plan?” Violette asked, a note of irritation in her voice. “See where it leads us,” Ameera said simply. Her gaze remained fixed on the eerie and concealing mist, as if she could penetrate its depths with her will alone. “What if we run aground?” Violette asked. “What if there’s—” “There shouldn’t be...
The Isle of the Drowned God (Scene 2) by Michael Corvo
