Book 3 - Chapter 38

The moment I grabbed the tether, the world convulsed.

Not broke.

Not bent.

Convulsed—like a body rejecting something that had never belonged inside it.

The tether screamed.

Not in sound.

In sensation.

A raw, tearing, infinite hunger that surged up my arm and sank its teeth deep into my ribs, as ...

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