The black, spiraling hole grew larger, the ship keeled farther. Brigitta braced her feet against the corner where the railing met the deck and clung to the tether with every ounce of strength she could muster. As the watery funnel grew in size, a sinister laughter emerged from its center, half-drowned in the maelstrom, sending shivers through her body. There was only one beast in Faweh who could laugh like that. Croilus. After...