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The Medea cruised along the roiling sea of clouds, the wind sliding off her flanks in a rush like heavy feathered wings. With Lita at the gunwale and no bounties within range, the air was peaceful, still but for the gusts pushing the ship’s polished sides and pulling the sails taut ( Read more... )

     Remember the days? The ones where we spent in my father’s study, listening to his stories from the lands he visited.  Tales of exotic lands, of great monsters of the sea, of kings dressed in finest silks, of the rolling clouds as his ship zoomed on by ( Read more... )