CHAPTER 6The Shores of the Underearth
In the end it came to this: the air was damp and intensely cold, the snow no longer falling, and the shadow of Rannon stretched over the gray sea. By night the stars peered down through ragged clouds, strangers in their own sky. By day the pale glow of the sun barely lit the southern horizon.
Evnos had reached the end of the World Ocean, and the Mountains of the Edge loomed before him, holding back the waters from the abyss beyond. He huddled in the stern of the Water Dove, occasionally chipping ice from the tiller and rudder. He gave up conjuring balls of fire for warmth: they only went out. He had to save his energies. He was far from Iankoros, and his power was weak here.
The sea wind was a frigid blast against him, and he untied his own wind as
