Winter's Reach (The Revanche Cycle Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
At its peak, the White Cathedral perched like a great dove at the edge of a sheer cliff overlooking a dark and winding river as it opened up to the sea. As the streets sloped downward, though, the pristine glow of the city began to fade. The buildings grew more ramshackle, broken-down, huddled together like toothless old men trying to stave off a chill. Alms District, Amadeo thought with a shake of his head. Pretty name for a slum. He went down along the waterfront, draped in a simple brown cotton cassock and carrying a heavy leather-bound book under one arm. It was late afternoon, and the fishing boats were starting to trickle back into port. The fishmongers waited eagerly along the docks, standing behind crudely built carts still offering the remnants of yesterday’s catch to anyone too poor to buy fresh. Amadeo waved a fat black fly away from his face. It buzzed off, joining its brothers at the nearest vendor’s cart. The stench of raw fish on the verge of rot hung strong in the moist air, and a sheen of moldy water clung to the cobblestones.
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