Threads of Malice
Chapter One
Chapter 1
Braoin saw strings.
They streamed from somewhere above, dangling before his eyes. Black and shining in reflected firelight, they rustled in the slightest breeze and hung before him, just out of reach.
Not that he could move his hands to try to touch them. He felt like immovable sludge, thick and heavy and still. He lay on his belly, his head balanced upright on his chin, his muscles lax and uncooperative. He blinked and time strung away from him, fading to a dark river.
When he dragged his eyes open again the black strings had disappeared and his view had changed.
His head rested on its side and he stared at his right hand-at least it looked like his right hand, with paint on his knuckles as he remembered, but it lay slumped on a board like a dead slab of meat. Beyond it he saw only shifting darkness. He took a breath, determined to stay awake, and ... read full excerpt from Threads of Malice ebook
