CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Malcolm more or less knew the way to Damolia. However he had forgotten how difficult it was flying over vast expanses of sea. He briefly stopped off at the Isle of Deadly Souls, remembering not to stay there at night, and only just reached Haribon before nightfall. He considered attempting to fly on to Asperia, but he didn’t want to land in the middle of any war there while flying to the other war. He found a nice spot near the Dice of Haribon and rested for the night. He looked at the sculpture and marvelled at the workmanship needed to create it. In front of him was one side of the dice, a dragon under a metallic sun. The sun was hexagonal in shape and seemed totally out of keeping with the workmanship of the rest of the sculpture. But Malcolm was too tired
