CHAPTER 64Josyff felt strangely isolated. Although he knew he was running he felt more as if he were motionless and the corridor was moving past him, almost as though his feet were turning the entire world like a frantic animal in a caged wheel. He could not have stopped if he had wanted to; the swirling thoughts consuming him were carrying him along like a river in spate towards some inevitable destination.
Accompanying his eerie detachment was an almost total absence of fear and an oddly heightened awareness. He knew that Esyal and Adroyan were pursuing him, urgent ripples in the dark, shadowing confusion of his wake: Esyal, younger and fitter, the nearest, Adroyan further back but grim and purposeful.
But they would not catch him — could not catch him.
And when he got where he was go
