Arven was more intrigued by the poetry of Porphyria Dempsey than he had been by her epic rescue, classic adventure be damned.

"Go on..." he replied, his tone a mixture of invitation and request. He very much wanted to hear this not-so-pretty poetry straight from the writer's mouth; and either way, when next he passed the library he had every intention of seeking it out.

Alas, it was hard not to notice that the pier and the rooftops of the houses on Station Road were beginning to loom into view ahead.