Out of every thousand ships that has dared to travel to the edge of the world, past Baleros, past Rhir, only one or two ever comes back.” “Really?” Flos nodded, meeting Trey’s gaze somberly. “Yes. They come back screaming of a blackness which the water pours into, a place where light does not exist. The end of the world. So you tell me the world is round in your world, and I believe you. But what is true in your world is not true here.” The twins stared at the King and felt the ground beneath them shift. A world with an end to it.
