Little Sutton Deary was different.
“He’s here,” Richard said, the words swallowed by the immensity of the Tabernacle.
“Tuilla, your plan sucks. There is so much that can go wrong.”
The Wanderer is a military man, Richard thought. Of course he is…
A few minutes before midnight, a living human entered the plaza.
I can feel the dead converging…
Every eye turned and stared at the glowing edifice of the Temple.
Richard bolted forward, seizing Billy’s arm. “Gunderson? At my house? Why?”
“Come on, Porter. Let’s kill these bastards and go after the horses...”
“My god, there are so many of us,” he said with wonder.