16 VIII
Everybody Goes Mad.
And Some Things Explode.
Gio transported us to a spot on the edge of the island, which was lucky because the rest of it was engulfed in what looked like a miniature war.
Galy-as-fortress had taken possession of the centre of the island, and when I say that I mean the foreboding black castle was far larger than it had been before, and looked grimmer than ever. The battlements had sprouted long, wickedly sharp spikes which pointed outwards and upwards, aimed to discourage airborne assailants. The walls were as sheer as a cliff face and completely smooth, unclimbable. There were no doors or windows, and a moat had appeared around the base of the building, wide and deep and filled with something too green to be water. It stank, too; we could smell it even from o
