Chapter Excerpt
1
Last night I killed a man.
Sliced into his tight white throat until the blood bloomed scarlet.
He gasped and struggled, breath gurgling. His knees, once strong enough to hold his weight, shuddered. They buckled, and he fell.
His eyes, whites wide and full of terrible knowledge, stared up at me from the floor where he lay.
I watched him die.
Copyright © 2006 by Wylann Solomon
