The Final Descent, Page 32
Rick Yancey
Page 32
He is there; I feel him, one ten-thousandth of an inch outside my range of vision. I stalk him. He stalks me. The man who wrote these books is not the man who lives in them. That man is the form; Will Henry is the shadow. And now that shadow lives in me.
And it lives in you.
Turn around now.
Will Henry has come home.
