Chapter One
"Please, Max," a voice begged. "You can't die on me now...not after you finally
agreed to be more than 'just friends.'"
The voice sounded so far away. Like it was coming from the end of a long tunnel.
Max Evans turned in a slow circle. He didn't see anyone. He didn't see
anything, anything but the light. The pure white light.
"The communication crystals are in your hand," the voice told him. "You have to
connect to the collective consciousness, Max. Do it now! You don't have much
time!"
The collective consciousness. That sounded familiar. Sort of. The voice sounded
familiar, too. But he couldn't remember from where.
Max sat down, then stretched out on his back. The light was so awesome. It
actually had patterns in it, like white snowflakes against white sheets or
something. He just wanted to lie there and watch the bright snowflakes coming
down.
New voices joined the first one. He felt as if he'd heard them before, too, a
long time ago. All the voices joined together, pleading with him to make the
connection. Join the consciousness. Live.
Max tried to tune them out. The snowflakes were something that should be looked
at in silence. He didn't know ho ... read full excerpt from: Intruder ebook
