Night Whispers: ShadowLands, Book 1 (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
He wasn’t taking much, only a couple changes of clothes. Weapons, though? He was packing a veritable arsenal. The guns and bullets he’d appropriated had been carefully stored in the bags spread all over his floor. It was close to five a.m. He’d be leaving as soon as dawn broke. He heard the sound of his door opening and the creak of wheels. He paused. “Grandpa. What are you doing awake?” “The older I get, the less sleep I need. Lucky for me, since I’ve been hearing things that would keep me awake no matter what. What’s going on, boy?” James zipped up the bag and turned. Under the layer of grief he wore like a bad hair shirt, his heart softened at the sight of his grandfather. He’d planned on leaving a note for his only living relative, but this was better, even if it would be more heart wrenching. When he’d been young, his grandfather had seemed larger than life, a giant worthy of awe and fear. He still commanded respect, though his size had diminished with age.
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