My head hurts, like my brain is swollen, edema, pressing against my skull. Venice found another patch to cover my eye. It’s Hex who speaks first, rubbing his temples; I guess he feels like I do. “What the hell was that?” Merk focuses his eyes on my brother, who flinches a little. “Why didn’t it get you?” “I have no idea.” “There’s something special about that kid.” Merk slurps down some soup and scowls out the window. “He’ll be helpful when we go back out.” Hex almost jumps out of his chair. “What the fuck are you talking about? We’re not going near that ship again. If anything, we’ll set fire to it.” “How else will we get to the new world?” Merk replies, very calm. He wipes his nose on his filthy sleeve. “That thing almost killed us,” Hex growls; he sounds like Argos. “You almost killed us with that gun. And the six of us couldn’t man that ship even if it wasn’t bewitched.” Merk stands and goes to the window. He puts both hands on the glass, leaving greasy smudges.
What do You think about The Island Of Excess Love?
