I had heard of him, the last of the magicians since Newton: a mathematician, a romantic, and a poet, a student of religion and a spiritual adventurer. We both discovered the sea of resonance tying them all together, and yet we took so different paths. He opened his mouth wide to bare all his teeth. Rows and rows of perfect fangs. All of them dripping with blood. My blood.I held his gaze and spoke as slowly and calmly as I could. "I'm not afraid of you." "Yes. But you are afraid..."
I have left just a little bit of life in you, so the deepest part of your soul will be screaming the whole time as it lies trapped within the madness."
