The Teras Trials (The Teras Threat, #1)

by Lucien Burr

When he’s like this, he is not Thaddeus the man. He is eleven, and I am six, and nothing bad has ever happened to us.

But don’t forget: you live because of me.”

The almost-corpse has been torn asunder, stomach gaping. I can’t tell who it had once been. I pray I never knew them.

I will make myself the blackguard; I will bear all their misdirected guilt and anger; I will be a saviour in truth and a devil in the histories. Why does it matter so much to me? I am not a godly man. My faith branded me hell spawn from birth. Why does it matter so much? Why do I care what they think? I am a walking sin; I am carnally depraved. Another mark against my name can hardly hurt me.

Because, by God, I want to live.