The Tidemass Rite pendant The coil was their pact:

The coil was their pact: a gift from the beast in exchange for freedom

It remembers me as I remember it

familiar in a way that made him uneasy

Size: 51 cm (adjustments possible on request)

the Fern of the Old Ways was laid upon a bed of embers

The Tidemass Rite pendant The coil was their pact:The deck tilts under shifting weight as they gather, boots thudding against wet wood, ropes still creaking from whatever was dragged aboard. No one asks what it is. The thing lies covered near the mast, breathing slow beneath the sailcloth, as if the sea itself is still deciding whether to take it back. The captain stands at the centre, salt stiff in his coat, the bronze cross hanging low against his chest. The skull catches the moonlight first. He