Beautiful StrangerChapter 12
Night fell. Darkness fell. Clouds grew and the rain fell. The windswept surface of the Menadin Sea boiled, frothing and foaming, churning and swirling. Hardened pellets of ice pelted the faces of the Mahlners Mountains as sleet and hail, winds driving the frozen projectiles laterally through huddled villages. Rain fell on foothill, forest and prairie alike; it ran in sheets off tightly thatched rooftops, washed the streets and dirt roads, cascaded down through lofty tree limbs and...