Jacob Neriah’s gold ushered him aboard a swift carac, and her competent pilot adroitly sheared through the mistral’s cold breath to set him ashore at Collioure in better time than he’d dared hope. But by the time he disembarked in the fishing port, he had already lost both his traveling companion...
Moon prattled in a singsong voice. He cavorted about the area, unconcerned with the forms suspended in living death. Now and then he would glance into the sky, cackling nervously. Bounding through the snow with amazing energy, Moon suddenly cartwheeled up to a hitching rai...