Dry air stung his nose. He opened his eyes and squinted up at a red sky. His crew’s confused groans reassured him that wherever he was, at least he wasn’t alone. Jaren rose, brushed off his coat, and surveyed his surroundings. Undulating sands stretched between sheer mount...
asked Nahel. Damus studied the grey flagstones under his feet. Their variegated contours traced intricate patterns across an area larger than most towns. A cold wind blew unchecked. Crumbling spires ringed every horizon. “This is Steersmen’s Square, in the heart of Ostrith. The gate sent us astra...