We were farther from the Narrows than I’d ever been. The Unnamed Sea was a thing painted in my mind by the bright colors of my mother’s stories, but like the Narrows, it was filled with cutthroat traders, devious merchants, and powerful guilds. By the time Zola finished what he was doing, he’d probably be dead. And when the price for his sins was called in, I didn’t want to be anywhere near the Luna.
