The heat of the afternoon began to settle heavily over the canopy. Steam rose from the damp earth, clinging to our clothes. Belfast, ever the diligent caretaker, paused beneath the shade of a Great Oak. With a flick of her wrist, she produced a chilled bottle of Earl Grey tea from a dimensional pocket—a gift from the local mages that she had mastered within hours of arrival. She poured a cup with a steady hand, the amber liquid swirling perfectly. Even in the middle of a monster-infested wilderness, she ensured that the standards of the Royal Navy were upheld. The way she leaned in to hand me the cup, her violet eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of professional devotion and something warmer, made the oppressive heat feel like a summer breeze.
It was then she felt it: a presence folding into the night air like a hand slipping into a glove. Belfast did not spin; her training insisted she observe first. A shadow bowed at the periphery, and the shadow had eyes that reflected no light but memory. “You’re not from the maps,” it said, not unkindly. The voice had an accent made of wind through glass. adventuring with belfast in another world v01 hot
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“You’re observant,” Belfast replied. She stood, getting the angle on the silhouette. “And you’re not from a navy I recognize.” With a flick of her wrist, she produced
For readers tired of world-ending stakes and looking for the literary equivalent of a weighted blanket and a warm scone, this volume is a surprising delight. Just make sure you have your own cup of tea ready. Belfast would expect nothing less.