Reseña del libro "The Beginning of the End Annihilation Series: Enter the Darkness (en Inglés)"
"Shadows, shadows everywhere, my soul I must find. Help me please, help me else, I lose my mind." The voice was almost a whisper. Was it in my head? I eased my eyes open, and I was met by darkness. It took me a few turns of my mind to remember how I arrived in this situation. The Father had sent me, I remember that. I was led here, I remember that. The last thing I remember was being overwhelmed by a deep fear. I struggled and a dirty rag was held to my nose. I did not quite recall what the smell was. Was this the same day? Had the sun turned to the moon or was it the next one? Oh, I could not think, my head was in such a whirl. "Shadows, shadows everywhere, I must find my heart, is it near, or to be found many miles apart? No, it was not coming from my head, but a whispered voice nearby. "Hello? Are you there? Another voice from across the room. "No, I am not here, I am there." That was the same voice. Oh, if only there was some light. I thought to wander around check out my surroundings, but would that be wise? Should I wander aimlessly, tripping over who and what? Anything could possibly be in this room if it was even a room. My head was in terrible shape. I felt around and guessed that I was on a mattress of some sort. The smell was terrible, and when I removed my hand it came away sticky. "If I chase the shadows to and fro, do you think the Loon Keeper will let me go?" I wanted to tell her to shut up. She was indeed getting on my nerves, but I did not. Perhaps she was unable to stop. Perhaps she really did belong here. Either way, it was too much for me to handle at the moment. Trying to stand did not help any. I think my feet and legs had fallen asleep. I flopped back down, and almost missed the mattress. It was further down than I thought, which meant it was almost on the floor. I lay my head back, stretched my legs and toes. The tingling was terrible, but it must be done. At once what sounded like thousands of little whispers were located all around the room and I grasped my head. This was terribly annoying. "Stop, stop, please stop." I did not say it aloud, but I wished too. "Your name, your name, tell us, dear, your name your name, and speak it oh so clear." Must she rhyme all her words? Such a childish sing-song voice. It was driving me mad, but then maybe that was the plan. "Father calls me Lady, so I think that is my name." I paused for a moment, and the voice did not react to the words I had spoken. "What is your name?" The voice still did not speak. Well that was just so rude. What of the rest of you? Will you speak your names? Do not be afraid, I am not. I am here to save you." Still, none spoke. Oh well at least in the quietness now I had time to think.
