Chapter 31October 14th, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
The dream had the solidity of reality. I stood facing Inquisitor General Fournier, the other inquisitors and witches, and there wasn’t a detail out of place. The moans of the zombies, the sound of their clumsy feet shuffling past, the dark hunger of their eyes — all of it felt entirely real.
Evidently Fournier and his lackeys thought so too. They drew their weapons and started shooting the zombies. I spread my hands and concentrated. I wanted my next words to be spoken aloud by my real body, not just in the dream.
“Come and get them. Get Fournier. Get the witches. Get them all!”
Kirk Bennett and the wolfish young man both darted around the desk for a door at the back of the room. They moved fast. But this was my dream. My rules.
That d
