Wide lidless eyes grew glassy as the head sagged upon the briny soapstone. Bjørn’s axe felt heavy from the burden…
Salt crunched beneath Morwyn’s fingers as she grasped the top of the rocky tower. Brackish mist rose from the ever-pounding…
Arlwith, once lord of the swamp-bound city of Iber, held the candied date between the pincers of his great claw,…
I went into this book completely blind on a recommendation, and I just consumed it on audible over a few…