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"Will we still look for the lost Seedbearer?" she asked
"Solon" Ander nodded "Yes When you face Atlas, you’re going to need to be prepared I believe Solon can help you"
Facing Atlas Ander could call him by that name, but to Eureka what mattered was the body he possessed Brooks As they swam toward a new and unknowable sea, Eureka ht be controlled by the darkest ic, but inside he was still her oldest friend He needed her No et him back
EPILOGUE
BROOKS
Brooks ran headfirst into the tree at full speed He felt the impact above his eyebrow, the deep slice into his skin His nose was already broken, his lips split and shoulders bruised And it wasn’t over yet
He had fought himself for nearly an hour, ever since he’d lue of Cyprenize the land around hi like home Rain fell in colossal sheets The beach was cold, deserted, at a higher tide than he had ever seen Subed camps lay all around hiht drown if he stayed out here, but seeking shelter fro dragged along the wet sand where he’d slid into a heap He felt the tree bark in his skin Every ti consciousness, the body he could not control resumed its battle with itself
He called it the Plague It had gripped hih Brooks had sensed an illness co on earlier than that First it was faintness, a shortness of breath, a bit of heat across the wound on his forehead
Now Brooks would have traded anything for those early syed within a body he could not control, was unraveling
The change had come on the afternoon he’d spent with Eureka at Vermilion Bay He had been himself until the wave took hi else completely
What was he now?
Blood spilled down his cheekbone, ran into his eye, but Brooks could not lift his hand to wipe the blood away So else controlled his destiny; his muscles were useless to hiue’s domain Brooks had never experienced pain like this, and it was the least of his proble within him He also kneas impossible Even if he’d had control over the words he spoke, no one would believe this story
He was possessed Soh a set of slashes on his back that wouldn’t heal The Plague had pushed aside Brooks’s soul and was living in its place So loathsome and old and built of a bitterness as deep as the ocean
There was no way to talk with the e But Brooks knehat it wanted
Eureka