“Gabe rose from the table and paced the kitchen, his energy nearly building to a level he couldn’t contain beneath the Veil. He expended energy into his coffee he held—heating, cooling, and reheating it between his hands. The two of… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
“A voice spoke inside his head, thousands of voices speaking in one whisper. Suddenly Gabe’s words coalesced in his mind and began to take… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
“His jaw was covered in a stubble that was likely going on four days of growth. She loved that only she knew that about… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
“I let her drone on and on about her academic pedigree, scrolling through the pages of her resume while I let my mind escape… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
“My pride?” “Yes. Self-pity is a form of pride, Joe. And it keeps you from seeing what they’re working for. There’s a greater purpose… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
“Gabe rose from the table and paced the kitchen, his energy nearly building to a level he couldn’t contain beneath the Veil. He expended… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
