Magic

It had taken all day and all night, but sure enough, as Ziva promised, the morning after the merfolk had begun, Jhoira stood on the shore looking at what was left of the great skyship Weatherlight. They were on the coast of Bogardan in a cove with a wide stretch of beach, protected by rocky outcrops … Czytaj dalej

Liliana strode through the Morass under the hazy dawn light, the muddy grass dragging at her clothes. Ahead, a scatter of ravens took flight, bursting out of the shadows cloaking a dead tree. Furious, she shouted, „I know you’re here! Face me, damn you!” She had been searching the marsh since dawn. It was full … Czytaj dalej