Someone was knocking on Aoif Deckler’s door.
Prince Kal closed his eyes to avoid watching the anguish crumple the alien’s face.
Wisps of cotton still hung from the trees like ghost tears.
“Hey, Hicks, get up. Retrievers are here.”
Damien had discovered the marsh after their last Move.
How many steps can a person take until the course of events becomes irreversible—fifty?