Blackloads Norah Gold Takes On An Anaconda 0 Top Page

Cassian took the object and ran. Norah watched him go with a hollow in her chest where certainty had been. For days she found that the habit of waking to check weather reports had loosened; she could not bring to mind the taste of coffee she once loved. But the map—imprinted like a compass in her bones—guided her to a wreck whose hull held a sealed chest engraved with the same runes as the Top.