Certainty is less secure at boundaries, reality less rigid. In places ambiguous (neither sea nor shore, day or night, river or land) magic can seep through.
Work in Progress
(Click for links to previous chapters.) We search Orsin’s room in waves, first Alan, a priest by his side, slowly and carefully finding nothing. Then Gregor accompanied by a master carpenter and a master stonemason. Conners, Travers and Leumr wait in the doorway, the first two impatiently and the last gratefully. I lean against the…