Whisperers: An Excerpt From “The Tendrils of Fate”

Whisperers

Mir’kadi, Eighteenth of Sund’im

Rime thickened along the Swoughünd’s hull until she began to list sideways. The cries of her captain pierced the morning fog, sending sailors scampering into the frozen harbor. They descended along the docks with pickaxes and clubs, ready to break the ship free of the ice.

Ice floes the size of barges had washed down from upriver into the channel, where they buckled upon each other and blocked access to the sea. Somewhere in the fog, Gøran heard the...