Dawn Of The Dreamsmith (The Raven's Tale Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Dark clouds that had begun to gather over the bay before they set sail now loomed directly above their heads. He eyed them warily. It was folly to set sail in such weather, he knew, but curiosity had gotten the better of him. Fortunately the crossing to the island fortress was a short one. Raindrops spattering his face, Captain Brandt looked up towards the keep; an ugly, clenched granite fist that loomed out of the sheer rock two hundred feet above their heads. His crew busied themselves behind him, securing the vessel to the moorings. Despite the worsening weather he took a moment to admire the craft he commanded. The Havørn was a sixty-foot, twin-masted buss, and deceptively nimble despite her rotund appearance; a quality he had been grateful for on more than one occasion. “Look captain,” called Dorric, pointing to the sky. Above the keep, a massive flock of birds was wheeling through the air. Even at this distance, Captain Brandt could make out the harsh cries of gulls.
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