Beware! The Seas Are Angry This Night

By Clint Westgard

Captain, I don’t know what to tell you. The game has changed.

And so it has, but the Captain is determined not to lose.

He faces a host of problems though, some insurmountable, starting with the Infernal Contraption. Its engines mean death and ruin to anyone near. So he flees through a city rapidly descending into chaos, hoping he doesn’t get pulled in.

In a world gone mad, the Captain can only hope to return to his ship, but the sea will offer no succor. To say nothing of the Grand Jefe...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lost Quarter Books
• Release date: Jun 2, 2013
• ISBN: 9780991928736

Clint Westgard

Clint Westgard is the author of The Shadow Men Trilogy and the science fiction epic The Sojourner Cycle, the first volume of which, The Forgotten, was published in 2015. In addition, he has published a work of historical fantasy set in colonial Peru, The Masks of Honor, and a retelling of the Minotaur legend, The Trials of the Minotaur. Clint Westgard lives in Calgary, Alberta.

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BEWARE!

THE SEAS ARE ANGRY THIS NIGHT

CLINT WESTGARD

Beware! The Seas Are Angry This Night

Published by Lost Quarter Books

December, 2013

Beware! The Seas Are Angry This Night by Clint Westgard is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.  

ISBN: 978-0-9919287

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BEWARE! THE SEAS ARE ANGRY THIS NIGHT

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Captain, I don't know what to tell you. The game has changed...

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ALSO BY CLINT WESTGARD

Captain, I don’t know what to tell you. The game has changed.

The dwarf peered sullenly through the haze filled cavern, rank with the smell of refuse, at the dandy who was smiling and smoking a thin cigarillo.

Anger troubles the blood, the dandy said in a sympathetic voice, his smile deepening. The expression on the henchman who stood behind him, his hands hanging free at his sides, as though he were waiting an excuse to use them, did not change.

Daftness, the dwarf said. He was dressed in sailor’s clothes, as was his companion, a giant of a man with hands as large as the dwarf’s head. They had docked that afternoon and made their way through the city and then below, through the sewers, to this room, as had been agreed. The sewers were ancient and huge, no longer in use, the sole memories of a long extinct civilization. They still retained the shadow of the grandeur that had once existed aboveground, long disappeared, replaced by haphazard and crumbling edifices.

The Grand Jefe will not be happy. He’s no faro man.

He will play, the dandy said. It’s all been arranged. There’s no need to trouble yourself with his concerns.

I will decide what to trouble myself with.

The dandy shrugged.

Daftness, the dwarf said and spat on the ground. What have you done?

As I said, it has all been arranged. A new sun rises tomorrow, the dandy said, spreading his hands. He looked at the henchman as if he