Dylan was flashing back... -----   Chapter 16.New York City, 1980 The first week was uneventful. Both Anna and Douglas mercilessly drowned him in academics. During the evening he helped at the Muffin House, and they were also in the process of integrating the other members of his therapy group into Anna's halfway house. Between socializing with friends, work, and studies, he barely had time to think about hunting down Keith. His life, despite the odd circumstances, had become strangely mundane. Save for the fact he, at eighteen, [ Continue reading... ]

The problem with being a revenant in this world is that you don't so much remember as you re-live past events... -----   Chapter 10. New York City, 1980 The air was crisp and cool against his cheeks. Dylan turned his face toward the welcoming breeze as it tossed the hair from his eyes and away from his face. He inhaled, tasting the bitter stench of gasoline, grease, garbage and human sweat. It was a new world to him. The smells alone were overwhelming. He had never imagined how acute the sense of a renfield were. If he focused, [ Continue reading... ]

Dylan was reliving the event that changed his life... -----   Chapter 7. New York City, 1980/2010 With that decision made, he felt ready to at least face what was coming. "You can't fool me," he said, returning to their prior conversation, "there is no cure for someone going revenant, save blowing 'em up before they turn all the way. I’ll still raise." Dylan's voice dropped and he curled his shaking hand around his injured shoulder. His soul would be doomed if either he killed himself, or if she killed him. Unfortunately he [ Continue reading... ]