Vanishing Point (Circle Of Spies Novella) - Plot & Excerpts
The morning breeze caused the hood of his robes to graze his cheek. His name was Adamos and he’d woken from a puzzling dream, a vision. He’d dreamed of a girl with long black hair like spun silk; and a fire with red-hot flames. The girl needed help. As he sat, watching the wind create small white caps on the water, he grew frustrated. What was he supposed to do with this vision? Was it from God? Soon, as the morning fog lifted, he caught sight of a boat drifting closer to shore. The raft was blackened with patches of dirty orange showing through. It wasn’t often a life raft floated by the monastery, so he peered through the morning mist rising off the waters. An icy grip clamped inside his chest. A pale white arm, cold from a night on the sea, hung over the side. At once, he scrambled to his feet and rushed into the water. The waves crashed against his chest and flowed up through his robe, the material fanning around him. He pushed through the water to meet the raft and pulled it back to shore. He took one look at the woman lying in the boat, the puke sloshing about in the bottom and the ugly red welt on her head, and he dragged the raft onto the rocky beach.
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