I lifted my gaze from my ruined torso across the sandy, scree-filled beach. There was Áillen, strolling toward me like he had all the time in the world. And he did at the moment, because until my body healed, I wasn’t going anywhere. I heard water lapping at the shore close by, and wondered if it would be the last time I’d hear that sound. Wait a minute… water? Fuck me, but I’m an idiot.
Yes, seat of his pants inspiration
