Chapter One-captured by fate sneak peek
The Honourable Hugh Fenton or preferably Lieutenant Fenton if there needed to be any formality, stubbornly held to one erroneous opinion: there was absolutely no possibility the late gentleman and adventurer Peter Fenton had ever known of, let alone lived in, Bocka Morrow.
It wasn’t possible because this wreck of a fishing village wasn’t a destination. It was a place a person was accidentally born into and as soon as possible, left. Preferably before turning three and any webbing began between their fingers.