An Echo of Things to Come (The Licanius Trilogy, #2)

by James Islington

Whatever their kind even was now. He rushed over and knelt by Garadis, bending down to touch him on the shoulder, not sure if it would hurt. It caused Caeden no physical pain, however the light contact caused Garadis to scream and buck wildly. Caeden snatched his hand away, but Garadis was already … dimmer. Garadis looked up at him with still-blue eyes full of pain and rage and fear and hatred. “Help us,” he whispered. Caeden closed his eyes, breathing deeply. It would be so much easier to just let these people die, then undo it all later. He would undo it all anyway. But this time, something held him back. “How?” he asked. “We need Essence.” Garadis’s voice was little more than a gasp. “Kan is draining us, Devaed. I feel it. We must get away. This place is tearing us apart.”

HOLY SHIT THEY ARE THE LYTH