The body of the dress was solid black, from the straight skirt up the waist to the curves at the top of the bodice. The long sleeves, however, were white and covered with tiny polka dots. This material slid across the front to add an extra inch or so before the wide neckline. In the back, it curved around like a collar, the black fading where sleeve and collar met. Just the edges of her shoulders were left bare.Zafirah scowled at the storm clouds. It had better not be as terrible a storm as the one that struck the other night. Even here, in the safety of the harbor, she did not relish facing that sort of weather again. Saving the ship had taken most of her energy. She stalked down the dock. These storms were just the beginning. She could feel it in the air. Someone—or something—cast a bleak shadow over them all. Change was coming, the sort of change not seen since before written history, the sort unleashed by dark powers to bend the world to their will. And there was nothing she could do.