Page 78 of Soul of Thorns
Seek the right death.
I will die. That’s what the Wicked Gates told me, right? I just have to die at the right time, in the right way.
“Tell me what you know about the mountain as we travel. It may take a while for us to climb it.”
My wraith—Darren—pauses, his eyes widening. Then, he nods. And we begin the journey the Night Terror won’t expect.
We’re going to get the book first and pray to God, Rev will still be alive once I’ve obtained my needed leverage.
Rev
All I know is pain. My vision flickers between red and black.
Bones shatter. Blood splatters.
“You’re going to kill him,” a rough voice says. I don’t know who. I don’t care who it could possibly be. It doesn’t matter.
The creature standing over me growls and drops me into a heap on the stone ground. “Would you like to take his place?”
“I’d like him to live. And so would your master.”
Another growl sends a tremor through my body.
“His body will fail quickly.”
“I’ve hardly begun!” my torturer complains. “He cannot be that weak.”
“You’ve done a great job of... punishing him. If you stop now, you’ll likely get the chance to hurt him again. If you continue, you’ll break his mind or body. Your master may appreciate a broken mind, but you’ll never be able to punish him again. If you break his body, she’ll break yours.”
The stranger must win the argument because the ground trembles beneath me with booms growing more and more distant.
“Rev,” a voice whispers.
I try to force my eyes open to no avail. I try to speak, but I can’t open my lips.
“It’s me,” the voice claims. “Reahgan.”
