Rock, ragged, scarred – a Hood-damned mountain! – rising from the harbour, lifting the vast net with it. And the mountain grew larger, rose higher, darkness bleeding from it in radiating waves. ‘They’ve unveiled Kurald Galain!’ Quick Ben shouted through the roaring wind. ‘All of them!’ Paran stared. Moon’s Spawn. Rising. Rake hid it – —oh, Abyss below, did Rake hide it!
