Erica Crawford

into the wall at the end of the basement corridor. The light from lantern held in Carsina's hand played off of it. My jaw dropped. "Cernere's black cunt," Aingeal said, her voice thick in awe. "Gods damn," grunted Sven. "What is that? How?" I nodded my head. The wall, the round door that was easily Sven's height in circumference, all reflected the light like they were metal, a silvery sheen rippling across the surface as Carsina moved her lantern around. But the material also was clear like crystal. It was so thick that whatever lay inside the