The Black fog swallowed them, and neither one of them flinched from that darkness. Rowan felt Soul Seizer drawing many soul fragments with varying flavors. He detected laughter and sunlight and a baby wailing. Weird, he had never had this effect when he collected souls before.
Then it hit him, he was collecting the souls of people. Regular folks who lived their lives in contentment, their souls carried a glow that felt warm and complete.
Was this not Alana? The young woman who had a painful crush on Rowan, went beet–red anytime Rowan tried talking to her. She had an unusual way with words, always referring to herself in the first person.
This soul that felt like a piece of hard leather should be Morin, a dependable farmer who was something of a playboy.
Branrik, a mason who had seven strong boys he was very proud of…
Ragodr, the self-proclaimed most handsome man in all of Calcutta…
