If words could not do justice to what she had been presented with, it meant that she was going to be in a lot of trouble in the coming days. But more importantly, it indicated a lack of Isca's skill as a writer, and that concerned her far more.
But how I do even begin to describe this... this unbelievable location without making it sound like I'm writing a goddamned fantasy story?!
I'm a professional historian, not a halfwit amateur novelist, for the love of...!
Odd was the day when fantasy triumphed over reality, but Isca was beginning to believe that it was a common occurrence in Reed Evergreen's daily life. That much was for certain.
After all... who in their right minds made themselves a home at the bottom of the ocean?