Chapter 11: Get Him Out of Here

Simon Scurr picked up the phone and dialed another number. "Come in. Take him back." He hung up without another word. "Young man," Simon Scurr said softly, his voice hollow as smoke, "becoming transcendent is your luck. Becoming a priestess is your misfortune. Cherish the days you have left." Ethan Greaves rose, a dozen questions surging up his throat. Before he could get a single one out, the door behind him opened. The middle-aged man who had brought him in returned, curiosity still written...