Novel & Cerita The Endless Trilogy

If anyone knew James, Lucy did, and she was right. “Ok” He said reluctantly, Lucy smiled, everyone in the room settled down “But you all have to remember its not finished” He reached under the sofa and pulled out his pad “And lucy, it was going to be for your birthday,, so your ruining the surprise” He smiled at her, a real one full of love. He was nervous there was just singing while they hung out and there was not singing as they all really listened. Lucy whispered to him as he got up.

This notebook was the reason the men were coming. "Be brave, my warrior," my mother murmured, pulling me into a fierce, suffocating hug. "Protect your brother. Don't you freeze on me." The pressure of her expectation was a crushing weight. I looked at Kian, sleeping peacefully, and whispered, "I won't. I promise." I slid the notebook into the waistband of my trousers, tucked tight against my skin. Then, the world ended. A sound, not of the neighborhood, but of metal shearing metal — the violent, sickening noise of our front gate being ripped from its hinges.

“Take my hand.” I looked at Lane’s relaxed hand as it reached out to me. I just shook my head and boarded the ship. I saw Amara smirked when I got inside in one of the cabins. I didn’t know that to go to the battle grounds, we needed to take a ship. Just outside the main base was already a wreck and to know that the real war happening is just on another island makes me think that I should prepare for the worse. My eyes took a glance at Lane. I caught him looking at me but he eventually cut the eye contact. He cleared his throat and I watched how his adams apple followed his hard swallow.

Six months have passed since Endless Hunger started consuming Marcus through reality’s foundation and somehow my son is still holding it back, but the cost is destroying him and everyone in the new reality. “Mama, I can’t hold much longer,” Marcus’s voice echoes from everywhere, weaker than yesterday, weaker than last week, steadily fading as the hunger devours him piece by piece. I’m standing in eternal space as a permanent Keeper watching civilization collapse under collective memory of erasure combined with knowledge they’re being slowly consumed.