A Most Personal Property (Ganymede Quartet Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
On Monday morning, he felt hot and peculiar with a stuffy head, and would have liked to stay in bed but he didn’t want to see Timothy make his disapproving face again. He let Martin bustle him into the shower, then stared blearily into the mirror while making a half-hearted attempt at shaving. He scarcely noticed he was being dressed, picked at his breakfast, and felt like it was an effort to keep his head balanced on his neck. He got through the school day somehow, barely awake, lethargic and dull-witted with a head full of snot. He was relieved when it was time for Latin, Dr. Foster’s class, because that meant it was almost time to go home. Of course, he’d never done particularly well with declensions under the best of circumstances but, as far as he could tell, Dr. Foster was making no sense at all. When he was called upon he stood reluctantly, but before he could give an answer the world went dark. He came to with Martin hovering over him, his face pinched with worry.
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