A bit from Soulbreaker, Book 2 in the Quintessence Cycle.
The Thing
The wind howled, a rabid beast that whipped against Winslow’s icy shelter, enraged it couldn’t get at its prey. When the first storm descended, over a month had passed since his test began. Several more storms had battered him since. Mired in the darkness of his confines he’d lost count of the following night and days. Had it been two more weeks? Three? Four?
His gut was a gaping hole, hunger pangs clawing at it. He was certain...
Published on January 17, 2014 09:55