The swim to the Stowryn kingdom was quiet and by the time we made it to the Saltheir homestead, hours had gone by. It was a quant home covered in vibrant coral and the door looked as if it was made out of a ship's hull. We followed John inside, Delmare's hand entwined with mine as we watched silently as Daniel grieved for his wife's death. Within minutes, the men went into action, all three of them setting up the pyre as I sat next to Claire's body.
My lip began to quiver then, moments I had spend ...