Whistling
“Oh my gosh, there are way too many resemblances!”
Supernova
I don’t remember how far I drove before I finally had the wherewithal to check in with the Mountaineers. I was terrified, I was angry, and I was sick with guilt. But most of all, I was determined. I worked to unpack everything I’d just learned, even as my hands shook from nerves, adrenaline, cold.
There was some mysterious group, some force, working in the shadows to prevent The Book of Briars being opened. They had someone or some thing called the Storm at their disposal. The Storm decimated the ’94s. Brandon Lachmann, Aether, and somehow even Sebastian had warned about it. Hadn’t he, when he told me he smelled rain? (I admit that could’ve been me trying to connect my son to the greater web, in the hope I could sol
