A little snippet from Fallen Rise. I love the idea of culture shock as these two men arrive in a strange city.
“If the worst comes, we can go over the city wall at night, make our way westward toward Wyanis, and sail home from there.”
“That’s not the worst,” Volche said.
Aezoch quirked up an eyebrow at his captain. “What would be, then?”
“We end up in a funeral pyre with the sickness.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Aezoch said, shaking his head.
“And how do you know that?”
“They don’t use pyres. Their dead are carried out to sea, weighted, and dumped.”
“How disgusting,” Volche said.