""Look," interrupted Trebane, deeming it best to impose an immediate end to fanciful daydreaming. He..."

"

"Look," interrupted Trebane, deeming it best to impose an immediate end to fanciful daydreaming. He drummed his fingers on the chart. Great care had been taken to plot the course of the voyage, and a pair of compasses lay entwined at the side of the map, tributes to the accuracy of his measurements.

"We are here," he was resolute, raising his eyes to study Regar's reaction "There is no land for miles, cursed or otherwise…."

"

- Lilith's Tears, Prelude.