We all want to write as many books as possible in our lives, right? The problem is, we seem to get ourselves stuck in the lull of every day life. Laziness, procrastination, work, kids, etc all seem to play against our desires to write another one of our stories we long to tell.
“Kain.” Damien’s voice was a comfortable echo. Warm and reassuring. “Alex. Can you hear me?” Kain opened his eyes, slightly jumping. “Tenebris?” Damien shook his head. “No. It’s me.” “Damien. How?” Damien took Kain’s jacket he was always wearing around his waist and covered his friend with it. “Stay here. Don’t move and don’t die.”