There wasn’t much that Tally hated more than children; they couldn’t sit still, they didn’t know how to shut up. Everything about children was despicable.
Why Tally was a magician for children’s birthday parties, not many people knew.
“Hide in plain sight,” their mentor had told them. “No one will guess that a stage magician is an actual magician.
My group had been on the road with the cultists for a couple weeks; we were biding our time and trying to gather as much information as possible. In that regard, we failed miserably. Rose, the five and a half foot tall fighter in our group, had been recognized by one of the cultists.
See, we may or may not have killed many of them in a cave earlier on in our journey.
I swear it was unintentional. I’m not the most angelic child in the world, and definitely not in
my own house compared to my eleven year old brother, but I’d never steal beyond putting
lemonade in my water cup at Panera. That stuff’s expensive, okay.
Overnight, when the world was sprinkled with sand and everyone was asleep, a group of clouds decided to move over the town, bringing the gift of water, but not realizing that their gift was unwelcomed. A new lake poured down, flooding the maze of streets and filling the homes of those who slept and those who didn't. In the midst of it, a sickly green couch was pulled from its home through open sliding doors and found itself floating in the town’s spontaneous river.
Aleena ran through the streets of Baltimore, her heartbeat a resounding thud in her chest. She pushed around the waves of people. The Faceless were behind her, moving towards Aleena in unison. She didn't know why they were chasing her or why she felt so scared. There was only one thing she did know: don't stop.
She couldn’t escape them. They were around every corner, behind every door. The Faceless were on the hunt and they wouldn’t stop until they got their prey.