Seven skulls sit side-by-side atop the wall of Erringtide. Their salted sockets watch the wide expanse of waves within which hide the devils Marax, sixes each who’d seek to storm the sandy beach and scale the ramparts, rend a breach, the Prince of Erringtide to reach. The skulls, they whistle low and still with landborne winds across their sill while readied for the war, they will enjoy the breeze of peace until their vigil finds the day has come when they must raise their voices dumb and all of Erringtide shall thrum with bowstrings and the devil drum. Keep watch, O heads of ancient lore protect the Prince’s pristine shore. The seas are near and ever more would seek to wage a devil’s war. Defend with all your ken of grave the Prince to whom the old king gave you charge. Now watch in every wave from which will come the need to save. Joe Spring lives and works in Johannesburg, South Africa. For more information please visit www.joespringwrites.com.