Waybound (Cradle, #12)

by Will Wight

“We’re missing a name!” Mercy cried. Lindon winced. Yerin appeared next to him in a flash of white light. As soon as she did, she wrapped an arm around his waist, but spoke dryly to Mercy. “Thought we could skip that part this time.” “No! We can’t live somewhere without a name!” Orthos eyed Dross. “You’re not going to call this Death’s Midnight Cemetery, are you?” [I told you to forget that! Forget it! Bring me those memories so that I can eat them!] Yerin grabbed Dross before he could fly over to Orthos. “You’re not all death and skulls anymore, true? All right, then, show it to us. What’s your name?” Dross glowered at Orthos for another second before drawing himself up and clearing his throat. [Ah, yes. As you know, I was born in the mighty world of Ghostwater. We should name this place after that one, right? Right. So, I present to you…] He spread boneless arms wide. [Drosswater.] Little Blue sounded like a strangled whistle. Orthos choked. Yerin openly laughed. Even Mercy had been struck speechless. “I told you they wouldn’t like it,” Lindon said.