"Tall, sharp spires of torn, rusty metal shot up around them like a crown, like teeth, as the pitch and flickering red beacon lights swallowed them up. Despite the closeness of the campus to what was deemed the most dangerous place aboard the Vorena, it was still a two-day trek from the Clerk College of the Arts to their new home, the Tower... The place was drawing him in, and he knew it. Carefully, he unsheathed his sword and wrapped the...