“So this is what eternity looks like.”
So this is what eternity looks like.PRINCE GRELLA
PRINCE GRELLA“Why do your hands tremble so?”
I heard the words, plucked them from an intangible distance.
“Jean.”
It could have been me, the name sounded familiar.
“Jean.”
Like an island lost in a sea fog, I remained remote.
“Jean, you are shaking. You"re scaring me.”
That felt wrong. The girl who owned that ice-cool voice feared nothing, or so I recalled.
“Take my hand,” she said.
Sweeter than any angel, her words mingled with the stinging winds that swept through the chamber. With a vacuum of kindness, she sought to cleanse my mind. But my mind, as ever, remained beyond such aid.
“Jean. Look at me, Jean!” a command, not a request.
I opened heavy eyes to the letter clenched in my left han
