Brass Beach
Prison breaks, loyalty and sacrifice. All in a day’s work for a pirate.
“Are you Milvax?” Clara asked from the front door. “The one and only,” he said, pointing to the shop window. “Says so in shimmering gold right out front.” She rushed in, mostly ignoring him as she pulled her rucksack off her shoulder. “What brings a lovely young lady such as yourself into my Shop of Wonders?” Clara caught the way he was looking her up and down. In most other circumstances, she’d put him in a healing house...