He kept his eyes closed for a moment longer, wishing for darkness in place of the piercing light that tried to penetrate his lids. He wasn’t embarrassed by his fumbling footsteps part of him hoped to trip himself, if only to delay the confrontation for a few seconds longer. He didn’t know how much time had passed since he was met with this terrible fate.Ī door opened with a faint creak. To grapple onto his fading sanity, Reuben thought of Faythe, of his mother, of Jakon and everyone else he left in High Farrow. Nothing was worse than the feeble submission he’d been reduced to. To run or fight-he didn’t have that courage, not even when a childhood friend’s voice urged a response in him. He did not fear the bars that kept him in as long as they kept the monsters out.Įvery time they came for him, he was blindfolded but not restrained, as though they knew terror gripped his ability to move beyond the vacant steps he took, guided by a hand that held him loosely. What he dreaded most was the darkness that took his sight as he was led from the prison, his sanctuary. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.Ĭover Illustration © 2021 by Alice Maria PowerĬover Design © 2021 by Whimsy Book Cover Graphics Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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