Chapter eight
JakobThe Irrayan have no word in their language for “before” or “after” in relation to the passage of time.
Dr. Theodore Black, A Study of the Irrayan Belief in Yannfar
Jakob Faircrow paced the deck of the Damsel as she rested on the salty breast of the Atlantic. The water was almost dead calm, and the reflected sky made it seem as though the boat hung in mid-air. Nevertheless, he felt trapped, and the weight of the Earth bore down upon him. He closed his eyes, and pressed the heels of his hands into the sockets, bringing a throbbing flash of dark purple.
A picture of Tessa’s unhappy, worried frown pushed through the color. Jakob knew he loved her. But the unsettling knowledge of his brother’s indiscretion, on top of his own unhappy dreams had forced him to run from her.
