“That was his first thought as Juliet’s voice penetrated his mind. He lay in a dense, dark gray air. He couldn’t see anything except wisps of smoky mist that clung to him, entwining around his arms and legs, pulling him toward the ground. A terrible fatigue had settled into every bone. He wanted to sleep, to fall into a slumber so deep he’d never wake up again. Brann? Can you hear me? I need you to come back to me. He wanted to respond, but couldn’t. He remembered that his wife had visited him. ...She kept encouraging him to do something, but he couldn’t remember what. He forced himself to think, to figure out where he was and what had happened to him. He’d been severely wounded, that much he knew. He could recall the blade point of a sword protruding from his abdomen, then disappearing. He’d felt nothing and passed out. But, where was he now? The dark mist tightened around him, pulling each limb hard. He had to get up. Had to fight this thing, but what was attacking him? Some of the fog began to dispel, and he recognized Juliet’s living room, but not the real thing.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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