Chapter 21Fizz knew he had to be dreaming. He was on a boat, staring at water. He'd never been on a boat in his life. How strange. There was dark-skinned man, naked to the waist, wearing a turban, drawing patterns on the wooden deck with a piece of chalk. Sigils. Fizz didn't know how he knew this, but knew for certain they were sigils used for protection, healing…
That was the only thing he remembered before he woke up. He knew there had been other things in the dream, but he couldn't recall anything. He blinked in the gloom. Where was he? A room. A room that beeped, and made noises. Someone coughed from far away, and it echoed off walls. It was dark here, but not pitch-black. Light filtered in through from an open door, and Fizz heard female voices talking in hushed tones, a subdued laug
