Al-Kamah was a smart pirate.
He could smell a storm coming like a rat in a sewer, and always got out ahead of the flood. Keen as Dwarven steel, cold as Nahas in winter, and canny as an Allirian gambler.
Al-Kamah was smart, period.
Thus he saw what was happening long before Gal did – saw the...
“Imagine this:
“Gray cliffs scabbed over with maquis. Becalmed sea lapping at the black tide-line. Seagulls flocking on every inch of rock, cawing and eating and shitting. Round the peak and there’s an inlet, hidden in the morning mist and the midday shadow and the twilight fog. When it’s...
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