The Last Hunter - Lament (Book 4 of the Antarktos Saga)
“It’s muffled. Distorted. Distant.
Em?
Kainda?
Kat?
The Kerubim? If anyone is capable of carrying their voice that far, it would be him.
It comes again. Louder, but still indistinct.
“What?” I say aloud. I’m sure the statement confuses Nephil, but the monster probably thinks I’m succumbing to delirium.
Delirium. That’s what this is. I’m hearing things. There is no voice. It’s in my head.
In your head, the voice says.
Your head. Not my head. The voice is my own, but not. It’s as though my thoughts are being projected into my mind from the outside.
Xin, is that you? I think, trying to communicate. He has reached out to me before, helping me at just the right moment. But there is no reply to the name.
Luca? Are you there? The boy can see through my eyes during times of intense stress. Is he watching now? Has he figured out a way to reverse the connection and communicate? If he has, he doesn’t have much longer to say goodbye.
I don’t hear a reply, in my ears or in my mind, but I feel it.
Write Review:
User Reviews: