The Widow's Lantern

When a weary sailor comes ashore at Winter Quay-a forgotten harbor crouched beneath a black cliff and the endless sigh of the sea - he expects only a few days' rest, a mug of ale, and the comfort of solid ground. But the land keeps its own kind of tides.

In a place where fishermen cross themselves at the mention of the woods, and the moon lays its silver hand upon still waters, something waits with the patience of the deep.

Told in the salt-bitten voice of a man who has seen too much of storm and darkness, this is a tale of longing, superstition, and the thin line between devotion and doom.