I figure I need to write another preview of my book ideas. This one is from the point of view of one of the main male characters, somewhere around the middle of the book. Enjoy.
The voice was a thousand glass shards stabbing into me. It felt as if I was going to die in agony from the very sound of it. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe... I couldn't think. All I could do was feel the voice echoing off the a surface of air. No not air. Space, just plain space. This must be the feeling of death.
The voice was a thousand glass shards stabbing into me. It felt as if I was going to die in agony from the very sound of it. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe... I couldn't think. All I could do was feel the voice echoing off the a surface of air. No not air. Space, just plain space. This must be the feeling of death.
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