“This is insanity,” screeched Armina. “Only dark magycks can open that bridge; and who knows how much time would be lost in that vortex?” “Do you want to go or not?” Iain Dubh held up his hand. “Look at the sky,” he commanded. “The north wind may blow for six or seven days. We might not sail now ...
His grandfather’s voice showed tiredness, but no hint of unease. Jack’s lips moved, but his mouth was parched and no sound came out. He stared hard at the ring of twigs. Grandpa Sandy’s gaze followed Jack’s, but there was no recognition on his face. Rana, sensing that something was wrong, had fal...
