Inventio Fortunata

People want to know how it began.

They always do. A dead king, a living boy, a Norseman who had been looking for a ship to the end of the world for eleven years and had finally found the right port to go looking in. You can start there if you like. Most accounts do.

What they don't tell you is where it goes.

Through the Indrawing Sea, through the place where compasses stop believing in north, through the hole in the world that every tradition has a name for and nobody has agreed on. To the sho...