The first seal is broken. And you are my new singer.
By the time he scrambled down the rope ladder, she had uncovered the idol’s torso. It was a full statuette, six inches tall, sitting cross-legged. The hum was now a whisper in her skull: take me up, take me up, take me up. the idol part 1
“Anything, Dr. Vance?” called a voice from above. It was Mateo, her grad student, his silhouette a dark blot against the grey sky. The first seal is broken