Fiction - Lady of Shadows: Part 16
The wind picked up again near dawn, a powerful yet steady easterly that filled the silt skimmers wyrmsilk sail easily, and the crimson sun had barely cleared the horizon at our backs when we reached the edge of the first Nibenese noble holding. The eastern sky was a lurid green, as often happens around dawn when there have been dust-storms in the distant Sea of Silt. Gazing out in that direction, I could just make out with my souls eye if not my mortal senses the distant spike of power that was the Pristine Tower.