Under the Empyrean Sky (The Heartland Trilogy, #1)

by Chuck Wendig

A few eyes fall to Cael as he passes. He nods. Keeps walking. What else can he do?

Boyland used to play this game in school where he’d grab a fistful of your hair and then whisper, “Don’t move, and it won’t hurt.” This is like that. Like the Empyrean is saying to them, “Don’t move, and it won’t hurt.” Well, hell with that, Cael thinks. Hell with that.