Excerpt: "THE REAPING" Remy's Quest

The impact was deafening. Dull thuds of pain spread from his eyebrows down to his cheeks and neck then rushed over his still body leaving tingling sensations to rest in the tips of his fingers and toes. From somewhere near he could hear staccato clips of sound, words maybe, building in volume and speed that somehow, he knew, was meant as a warning. Convinced that he had mere seconds to react, Remy rolled over onto his stomach and pushed up on his knees. Suddenly, a load of invisible pressure rested on him like an overstuffed laundry bag and pinned him to the cold ground. “Stay down Remy, or they’ll know we’re alive,” the other boy said.