Book Eight: Chapter 109

The hellhound’s ears turned toward Suly, and Cerberus relaxed as he shared stories of Sidhe warfare, distracting her from whatever called to them from the lake. Nyx, who had been singing gently under her breath, actually cocked her head in Suly’s direction to listen for a bit. Her own magic was now woven solidly through the boat. Every now and then, they would get rocked from beneath, and a piece of wood would float away for a few seconds before being brought back. However, Mike noticed that they sat lower in the water than when they first started. Either they were slowly sinking because the wood was soaking up water, or something was trying to pull them down.

He continued rowing, his gaze on Avalon’s shores. Every now and then, he felt something grab his oar, but he powered through it, switching sides every two strokes. Working by himself meant the trip was longer, but he didn’t dare ask Sulyvahn to stop chatting with Cerberus. The light from the water was bright enough that