CHAPTER 10
MIRIAMMiriam had expected Mer’len’s Sunken Palace to be, well, a partially submerged building with towers rising above the waves. Maybe a building clinging to an island cliff like a dramatic villain’s lair for the villain who cared more about style than the ease of the henchmen’s commute. Or henchwomen. Basically, the paid minions.
Maybe, maybe—and this was a long shot—a giant stone statue that guarded the shadowy entrance to a cave, like out of a fantasy movie.
This, however, was underwhelming.
“Oh,” she said.
A simple doorway of poured concrete. That was it. Not even stone. No flashing lights. No dramatic statuaries. No cliffs, and certainly no sunken palaces. How disappointing.
Miriam gripped the ship’s railing. Wind lashed her hair against her face. She tried to hold i
