The Eighth Trumpet (The Jared Kimberlain Novels) - Plot & Excerpts
It ran the full length from floor to ceiling, creating a void that was penetrated only by the dozens of cords and wires that ran beneath it. Beep … beep … beep … The regular sound of medical machines and monitors was maddening until the ear grew accustomed to it, though it was impossible to get used to the breathing. A gurgling rasp was more the sound of it, an asthmatic in the midst of an attack no inhaler could ease, the noises amplified by the various life support machines that permitted any breath at all. Quintanna had never been inside those curtains, not once. Yet his dark features and equally dark clothing suited the surroundings perfectly. He was a tall man, his gaunt frame layered with long bands of sinewy muscle. He approached the black curtains cautiously, aware that his progress was being followed the whole way from the elevator by the video camera mounted atop the curtain that broadcast its picture onto a monitor inside for the man, or what was left of the man, to see.
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