Heidi showered me with praise, worshipped me with her body, lavished me with extravagant gifts, and placed me on a fire-ship at the head of a battle fleet that would launch, not across the One Sea, but through Dream, Death, and Damnation itself.
Heidi showered me with praise, worshipped me with her body, lavished me with extravagant gifts, and placed me on a fire-ship at the head of a battle fleet that would launch, not across the One Sea, but through Dream, Death, and Damnation itself.
That fire-ship. It was beautiful. Slim as a sword, and as deadly, it could glide through anything—air, or stone, or water. Its sail was like St. Sepulchre’s Fire; its skeleton crew was tireless. (And by “skeleton crew” I mean a crew of actual skeletons, coaxed into life by a cantrip of Naudr and press-ganged into my service.) And when I was tired of playing with it, I could fold it up like a pocketknife and carry it wherever I went, or moor it in Dream, where it would wait patiently to be summoned.
