For an hour or three each evening, night or early morning, Timm had been working on a map. A map that linked the three kindoms of Zuc Swain to the current world of Kempin.
…the creepy chitter and slippery, moist, rotting flesh smell of the undead horde of rats chasing Gujk was growing. Ian didn’t need any motivation, he was already speeding after Gujk and catching up with him.
Captain Argast McSweeny had died a few months after he joined the crew...every Captain he had sailed under had died, tragically...Had the others died because of him...was everyone near him cursed. He always survived...those around him...not so much.