City ​​Of Silence

Thick fog carried a salty smell and poured into the stained-glass windows of the church. Matthews crushed barnacles on the ground, and the flashlight beam swept across the oak benches covered with seaweed. Crouched on the third row of seats was a creature half as tall as a man—gray-green skin covered with scales, its frog-like webbed claws clutching a leather-bound book of hymns to the water god Kthayat. Welcome to Silent City This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.