Walking Shadow (The Darkworld Series book 2)
“I dreamed I was back in that glass box, on display to the world as a part-demon freak. Cameras flashed, people jostling to get to the front of the crowd. I could see my own reflection in the glass, and for a second, my hazel eyes appeared violet. Demon eyes.
People jumped back, letting out cries I couldn’t hear behind the glass. I pressed my hands to it and cold bit at my fingers. It wasn’t glass. It was ice.
I hammered at it desperately until the skin on my hands cracked and beads of b...lood began to pepper my skin. Then heat seared my back, and I smelled burning. Someone behind me brandished a torch, and in the heat, the ice began to melt.
More torches flared, blue flames like those in the Venantium’s tunnels. Ice dripped onto my head and trickled down my back. I couldn’t get out, but there was nowhere to run. A paralysing sense of hopelessness seized me as the crowd closed in around my shrinking prison. As the first flame touched my skin I cried aloud, and awoke tangled in my bedcovers and drenched in sweat.MoreLess
People jumped back, letting out cries I couldn’t hear behind the glass. I pressed my hands to it and cold bit at my fingers. It wasn’t glass. It was ice.
I hammered at it desperately until the skin on my hands cracked and beads of b...lood began to pepper my skin. Then heat seared my back, and I smelled burning. Someone behind me brandished a torch, and in the heat, the ice began to melt.
More torches flared, blue flames like those in the Venantium’s tunnels. Ice dripped onto my head and trickled down my back. I couldn’t get out, but there was nowhere to run. A paralysing sense of hopelessness seized me as the crowd closed in around my shrinking prison. As the first flame touched my skin I cried aloud, and awoke tangled in my bedcovers and drenched in sweat.MoreLess
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