Ring Keepers and the Hand of Hollow Hearts
To stop the thing that feeds on memory, they will each have to give up something they can’t get back.
Mike Stone got the one thing he wanted through four months of another world’s war. He came home.
But the boy who crossed back into a gray Iowa autumn is not the boy who left, and the thing he carried home does not care that the fighting is over. The sight has come in — a seer’s eye opening without his permission, laying the death of every stranger over their living face. The substitute teacher at the board. The man two stools down at the diner. The kid on the bicycle in the cold. It shows him how. It shows him roughly when. And it gives him no way on earth to stop a single one of them — only the flat, clerk’s-ledger certainty that the worst thing in the room is already decided.
It is getting stronger. And someone has noticed.
When the sight promises him two deaths waiting back in Etheris — deaths it will not let him read, and swears he cannot prevent — Mike, Kelly, and Johny cross over on purpose this time, awake, hands joined, no one lured and no one left. What waits for them is the oldest law of that world made flesh: an adversary no power has ever so much as touched, a prophecy closing toward a single gray moment Mike has been dreaming for a year, and a gentle, patient voice that has been asking him, all along, exactly the right questions.
The cruelest thing a gift can do is show you everything and let you save no one.
Book Three of the Ring Keepers series. New readers should begin with Ring Keepers and the Quest for the Dragon Stone.
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