Into Thin Air Book Reviews Novels & Stories

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room as he pounded into him, reckless, desperate, chasing oblivion. Groans and curses filled the air until the pressure inside him snapped. Atlan came hard, body jerking, collapsing forward onto Pero’s back as waves of release crashed through him. For a moment, the room was filled only with ragged breathing and the faint hum of the city outside. But as Atlan lay there, chest heaving, he realized the silence hadn’t gone anywhere. It still pressed in cold, empty and unrelenting.

Couldn’t stop the surge. Everything looked too sharp. Moonlight cast the leaves in silver, and the air smelled like rain mixed with fear. My heart beat wildly. I took one step and felt the ground shake beneath me. This strength felt dangerous, like it could wreck everything without trying. I growled low, testing my voice, but it sounded deep and frightening. What on earth was happening? I hadn’t signed up for this beastly trip.

### Chapter 55 – Thin Air The trail narrowed to the point where Rin’s gelding had to pick each step or risk sending them all sliding. Loose scree shifted under hooves with a faint grinding. Dust scratched her throat, ghosting up around their ankles, a metallic tang rising with it. On one side, the slope clawed upward, studded with half‑buried roots and scrub. On the other hand, it fell away in a long, mean tumble into pines.