A Conjuring of Light A Novel

Description

A world away, Holland was drowning. He battled to the outside of his own

psyche, just to be constrained down into the dull water by a will as solid as

iron. He battled, and mauled, and heaved for air, strength draining out with

each savage whip, each frantic battle. It was more terrible than kicking the

bucket, since passing on offered an approach to death, and this did not.

There was no light. No air.