Feast of Shadows, #1 Page 24
by Rick Wayne
I flinched, but it was unnecessary. The rounded silver tip stopped dead at my skin as if striking the walls of the train. I thought—but couldn’t be sure—that I even heard the clink of metal.
I was completely freaking as the train squealed to a stop. I was practically bouncing up and down for the doors to open. When they finally did, I made right for the stairs. I only glanced back once. The old man had removed his hat with one hand. He swung it wide and bowed formally as he called after me.
“See you real soon, Cerise.”
