beg you. You’re civilised people. Help me!” “We can’t,” Prae says coldly. “Even if we wanted to – and personally I have no problem with him gutting you – we couldn’t. He’s not ours to control. He’s one of your specimens. You helped create him – now you have to deal with him
Underneath me, Sam Grest – who’d been my friend and saved my life – lay perfectly still and slipped further and further into the final sleep of an unfair and horrible death.
I don’t think anyone ever remembers what they were really like as kids. Adults think they do, but they don’t. Photos and videos don’t capture the real you, or bring back to life the person you used to be. You have to return to the past to do that.
