World Devotion Project

Slowly, tears start to run down his cheeks from his hidden eyes. A dark, rich, purple liquid that stains his skin and grey shirt as they fall, and his gaze drifts to Cassidy sleeping beside him. "Don't look at her, look at me. Speak." Angus does as he’s told. He ignores the way he feels watched and instead gives in to exhaustion as more indigo tears stream down his face. He lets his eyes shut and...

That same feeling stirs within Angus, while he is without sleep, something treading the fine line between excitement and dread beckons him outside. Tells him that there is something waiting, there is something out there, calling for him. Behind the rigid square borders of estate, his city, he sees black. There is a silence at the edge of the static, where the sound of traffic and night life ends,...

He tells me everything. Everything I’ve been hearing at the edges of my dreams. The second king, who dances with him when my heart races in panic. Movement and desire and dread, silence and rage and revenge are all given names. He tells me about how they’re preparing to walk the earth, and he tells me about the other people preparing to hear from me. A knight, his lover, sculptor and teacher and p...