The Blood Order (Fanghunters Book Two) - Plot & Excerpts
In the darkness, he rocked back and forth, his lips trembling, his eyes wide awake. He couldn't sleep. The words and symbols were back again. Racing through his mind, colliding with one another like runaway trains. Words, symbols, formulae. Hydroxypan, Naproxycillin, Sansilicate, CONC-HI, Benzaphophosphate. Overly long, unpronounceable, nonsensical combinations of strange, arcane words that were somehow trapped in his brain, unwilling to leave, repeating and reoccurring over and over like a stuck record. They plagued him in a constant chorus, pushing him to the brink of insanity. What are they? WHAT ARE THEY? Eddie knew there was only one way to stop them, one surefire way to blot them, dull them, snap them in pieces. Yes, it would be only temporary respite; they'd regain their strength and begin shouting at him once more. But the relief, the brief pause in their incessant screeching was what kept him from sliding into the abyss of madness. With no clear indicator of when day stopped and night began, he could only wait in excruciating agony for the Father to rise and stem the pain.
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