Book Eight: Chapter 40

“It always sounds badass in the movies,” he replied.

“We’re not in a movie.” A queer look crossed her face and she smirked. “In fact, you could say that we’ve lost ourselves in a good book.”

“Damnit,” Mike groaned as he followed her into the fog. He felt robbed somehow, but couldn’t explain why.

Mike followed Sofia for nearly half a mile down the phantom streets, his eyes constantly searching the dark corners for any sign of real movement. The shadows that meandered along the buildings were slowly coming into focus and now had dim facial features. Shades of gray had appeared to give further definition to the clothes that the phantoms wore.

“Troubling,” Sofia said, pausing to inspect a young child on the sidewalk. The boy was holding up what could have been a newspaper and shouting silently. “The longer we remain, the more details they have.”

“Which means our new friend is pulling energy from somewhere.” Mike inspected himself and then Sofia. The natural