The City of Silence

Thick fog, carrying a salty, fishy stench, poured through the church's stained-glass windows. Matthews crushed the barnacles underfoot as his flashlight swept across oak pews covered in seaweed.

On the third row, a creature half the height of a person was curled up. Its gray-green skin was covered in scales, and webbed, frog-like claws clutched a leather-bound hymn to the water god Cthayat.

Welcome to The City of Silence.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.