![]() A poltergeist he could understand, maybe even appreciate, but this new something upset him. ![]() He thought maybe it was some kind of a poltergeist, but Lucien hadn’t felt threatened by it. It was also how he had sensed the presence of something following him around for the last several months. It was how he was rescued that disturbed him the most. And Lucien didn’t frighten easily, not even when those two men had attacked him with that Saranton knife and left him for dead. Tonight, he was all ears.īut it wasn’t just the storm something else was coming, and it frightened him. Sometimes he listened, sometimes he didn’t. It was always that way with him, his body telling him things before they happened. Lucien’s bones spoke of the storm hours before it came. “And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.” - Rumi ![]() Making or distributing electronic copies of this book constitutes copyright infringement and could subject the infringer to criminal and civil liability. This book may not be reproduced in whole or part, by mimeograph or any other means, without the permission of the Publisher. Names characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. ![]()
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