A wintry wind ripped across the sands, sending shivers across their skin. The Wastes were like being in an oven during the day, but as nighttime came ..
There was no end to the stairs. They spiraled down forever, the world before them consumed in darkness. The further they went, cobwebs formed on the w..
The cabin was cramped, dirty, and had the fishy smell that the other crew members carried. They had been on board most of the time commanding the ship..
Otebon saw Petro sitting alone on the throne with a book in his lap. It was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the occasional grunt from the usurper...