Thomas came to himself as a thundering, whirling blackness faded from his mind, leaving behind a sensation of a vast, timeless, chaotic expanse. A shudder wracked his entire body. Whatever that was, it made him feel as if it turned his skull inside out, and he wanted no more of it. But it had knocked everything else from his head, and for a moment he panicked, reaching for something, anything.
Memories dropped into his mind. A beautiful woman, green eyes glowing. Nona. A tall man, stern and gentle all at once. Aidan. And another man, a thin scar snaking up his temple, riding a big black stallion. Celyn.
The Thin Place. Thomas gasped as it all flooded back. He was alive, God help him. The stabbing agony in every muscle almost made him wish he wasn’t. But where was he? Or more importantly
