A Fugitive Truth
Chapter One
I stared, uncomprehending, at the blood as it welled up into a perfect sphere, balanced precariously on the ball of my thumb. Finally the surface tension broke and the globe turned into a trickle, running down my hand. That transformation also broke the spell on me, and I stuck my thumb into my mouth as the vibrant pain of the slice brought itself to my utmost attention. The excruciating sensation did nothing, however, to mitigate the triumph at hand, and I knew that if I was still capable of making puns like that, I needn't call the undertaker just yet.
It wasn't the paper cut that was causing my good mood to
evaporate, however. I was sitting, freezing, in my faithful,
though beat-up Civic outside the gates of the Shrewsbury
Foundation, and as their newest Fellow, I really hadn't expected
the kind of treatment I was receiving. All I wanted to
do was get up to my room, unpack, and get ready for the four
weeks of research that awaited me, but the sup ... read full excerpt from Fugitive Truth, A ebook
