Chapter 33

THE MOON

There was always a price to be paid; death for life, war for peace, and darkness for light.

The balance could never be altered. Elijah felt the hairs on his arms stand as he fought for control, chill winds passing through the numerous shreds on his shirt as the night embraced him, all of him, including his soul.

He knew a Pandora box had long been unleashed, doom loomed in the air like an angry child deprived of treats. Something wet tickled his bare feet,...