The Broken Kings: Book Three Of The Merlin Codex - Plot & Excerpts
She stepped back into the shadows, hugged the cold stone wall, nervous now, and trying to remember. Remember! There was something familiar about the ship. Something so familiar about the ship. It couldn’t be. It can’t be. So long ago … so long ago … There was something familiar about the ship. But that ship— No! It can’t be! —was long lost, long gone. Time, tide, and the turning of stars and sun and moon, surely by now they had swallowed her up, made reef-wrack of her planks, sea-rot of her decks, and mast, and sail, and that hideous, hateful, grinning, smiling, bitch-headed, bitch-breasted, siren-singing guardian! No! Not that ship, not now, not after so many turns of the sky. Not after so many turns of triumph. She crept forward, trying to quell her fear. The ship bobbed in the bay among the skeletons of other ships. The tide rushed and faded, the hulk moved on the swell, her small and pitiful crew gazing upwards, scouring the cliffs, pink, blank faces, curious and fear-filled, uncertain, but anxious to be ashore.
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