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.) I am in a good mood, almost a week of uninterrupted sleep and a lack of new problems seems to herald a period of boredom, and this time I am not complaining. I leave Mynar and Lej plotting over breakfast, Germins looking glum, and go looking for Alan. He…