The Merchant of ChaosChapter 49
Amanda stared at the receding island until it became a speck on the horizon, then until it could be no more than a phantom flicker from the bright sun, and then until she was uncertain that the place had ever existed. There was little more she could do. She had gone through the whole gamut of emotions until they were no longer adequate to convey her real feelings. The wind was cold and raw against her nude body. Norlan had tried to dissuade her from standing at the railing, but he had not...