SOREN WAS TRUDGING along behind Callista, ignoring the strange alternate waves of anger and sickness that swept over him, when something stopped him in his tracks. It was as if he couldn"t move, as if his body refused to work. His feet were planted on the floor, and something in the pit of his stomach stopped him from taking another step.
SOREN WAS TRUDGINGAround and around his head reeled, and his eyes grew wider until he was sure they were the size of footballs. Something was grating at his insides, a cold discomfort deep in the pit of his stomach.
Deveron clattered into him from behind, and he gave him a gentle shove.
“Come on. Keep moving.”
Soren staggered forwards a few steps but his feet locked down again, refusing to move. Something strange was happening inside him. A switch had
