Snippit from A Soul to Reap
I rested the back of my hand on the table, relaxing it palm up. Closing my eyes I summoned my secret. Like people materializing in an old Star Trek episode the ornate hourglass filled with green sand revealing only a corner of parchment solidified in my hand. Asim gasped breaking my concentration and forcing my eyes open, though the hourglass was already stable enough to remain before us. Nero balanced his chair on two legs while Clyde leaned in for a closer look.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like this.”
“You shouldn’t. This isn’t a regular hourglass. Not a Wraith or Reaper one. This one,” Nero reached over preparing to pluck the hourglass from my hand but I snatched it away. He gave me a smug smile, one with an ounce of proud parent present, before returning to his balancing act, “belongs to a second generation. An old one at that, with power he surely doesn’t know how to control.”
“You think he’s the one dumping bodies?”
“Yes. But that’s not the real question. The real question here is why.”
A Soul to Reap
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like this.”
“You shouldn’t. This isn’t a regular hourglass. Not a Wraith or Reaper one. This one,” Nero reached over preparing to pluck the hourglass from my hand but I snatched it away. He gave me a smug smile, one with an ounce of proud parent present, before returning to his balancing act, “belongs to a second generation. An old one at that, with power he surely doesn’t know how to control.”
“You think he’s the one dumping bodies?”
“Yes. But that’s not the real question. The real question here is why.”
A Soul to Reap
No comments have been added yet.
