The Last Hunter - Lament (Book 4 Of The Antarktos Saga) - Plot & Excerpts
Kat says to Em. We’ve just returned to the top of the waterfall leading to Edinnu, carried up the distance by the wind. As with everything in the garden, getting us all up was an effortless task, but as soon as I stepped into the tunnel, I felt weary. Not exhausted, but sort of like if you play too hard one day and wake up all stiff the next. Em smiles, though she looks a little weary herself. “I think I remember you.” “You were only two,” Kat says. “I can barely remember you, and I think the memories I do have are just from photos. You couldn’t—” I clear my throat in a way that says, hello, guy who can remember his own birth, standing right here. Kat rolls her eyes. “Not everyone has a perfect memory.” “It’s just an image,” Em says. “I’m lying on my back. There are bars around me—was I kept in a cell?” “A crib,” I guess. “It’s not a bad thing.” “And I see you leaning over me. And a man. With a beard.” She rubs her head. “And no hair.”
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