"I know this sounds strange, but you know me. I have to be honest… I hear voices."

"Oh… What kind of voices?" Daniel's eyes widen, deadpan to hide his thinking.

"Actually, they're not really voices. I don't really hear them; I sense them in my mind."

If Daniel had said that to him a few years earlier, he would have thought they were in trouble as a partnership. Michael thought of various ways to tell him. Psi trails, telepathy; the paranormal. All of it non-normal to Daniel. It was sad not to relate his observations because Daniel had a good mind. He listened well, attentive to details, the sentience of being. He'd studied under good people, but he was so… reductive.

Author Bio

Read a Review