There was little else now but dread and Dreadwall. The roar was deafening, the sky before and above us billowing gray. From the base, a cloud of white mist and green spray cut across the entire world, growing larger and more threatening as we hurtled toward it. It was easily a half league deep, and we were heading into it in a matter of moments. Buck had abandoned clocking our speed once the line had snapped at sixty knots, which was clear impossible. Then again, Thanavar had promised us impossible. At this speed, the sea spray cut my cheeks and stung my eyes and the wind bit like winter in
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