Splinters exploded under Bertuch’s chin as the ship’s hull crashed into the cliff. With white knuckles he gripped the rope that tied him to the mast. Waves gnawed at his ankles with foam teeth, and blood dripped from a cut on his forehead. Mahn, tied beside Bertuch, grabbed his hand. As their entire world spun, they shut… Continue reading The Serpent of the Coast
Here and nowhere else. 