Stolen Tongues (Stolen Tongues, #1)

by Felix Blackwell

I nose-dived onto the couch and hoped that if the Impostor truly did plan to kill me tonight, he’d at least permit me one last dream of Faye.

The smile on her face soothed every bruise on my body and soul.

I envisioned a rail-thin creature made of oily black parts, squeezing into the costume of a human and gracelessly lurking around in it.

”I…walked…a thousand…years…across…the dark…to find you.”

I suppose that if you speak long enough into the void, someone is bound to start listening.