Lake Rodney and not a drop to drink

the coast. even the sound of the words gave him qualms, and he shook his head, trying to keep the acrid, wholly-imagined scent of salt from his nostrils.

i will stay inland, for now, aditya said, his voice firm but kind. but thank you for the offer. and best of luck with your travels there. the coast here is very beautiful. sad, but beautiful. but she didn't need to know that.

he canted his head. any reason you're headed to that particular place? he asked. it sounded vaguely familiar, as if he'd heard it somewhere before. hell, he'd probably even passed through, once upon a time.