PREVIEW
... Tide seemed to vibrate with the aftershocks of the battle against Warlord Kulit. The news had traveled faster than a shark in a feeding frenzy: the Seahorse Warlord was dead, and the outer reefs were free.
Alvian stood inside Master Thorne’s shack. The old Guardian was busy polishing his new, quicksilver legs, a look of fierce pride on his weathered face. He looked like a man who had been given a second life, and he intended to use every second of it.
"You did it," Thorne said, h ...
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