blade, sending blood splattering across the stands. He took hold of the helmet with one skeletal hand and lifted it off the boy’s head. Callum Treadwell. Wonder. “One cannot be awed who has no soul,” Phobia said, and it seemed almost as though there were humor in his brittle voice. “Just as one cannot be brave who has no fear.” Adrian blinked. He was still in shock at the senselessness of it. Dazed not only by the sight of Callum’s lifeless body slumped over a seat, but by the jumble of worldviews crashing through his thoughts.
