The Isle of the Drowned God (Scene 2) by Michael Corvo

“The Isle of what?” Violette asked, the hairs on the back of her neck raising at such an ill-omened name. “It’s a myth,” Corlwyn scoffed, though not too forcefully. “A legend. A madman’s dream at best.” “You speak of dreams yet you know nothing!” Ameera spat. “Come and see for yourself.” She opened the cabin...