The Last Days Of Ptolemy Grey Novel Novels & Stories

"The Creditor didn't just attack us here. It infected the global sync before it dissolved. The Spring-Million... the children born into the peace... they’re starting to forget. The gray is spreading." As Chapter 158 closes, the personal debt is settled, but the world-debt has just defaulted. Across the planet, the indigo haze is turning into a suffocating shroud of gray. The people who had forgotten how to hate are suddenly waking up with the taste of old metal in their mouths, and the office-logic of the Consortium is beginning to rewrite the streets of New York.

And I wasn’t sure I was ready to give up on that quite yet. So as Grey, Gracie and I sat with the last three people of the group, a young mom, her husband and their child, a newborn baby who had been born only 2 weeks ago. I closed my eyes trying to think happy thoughts. I had thousands of memories of helping people and I hoped all that I had done was enough. Finally, after god knows how long, Grey made the decision that I was thinking too. Jax hadn’t been back, and our tunnels would collapse soon.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

"You are the last human I had the strength to turn, and I am so glad I managed to find you in time." "Vampire?" Severus immediately felt his teeth, wincing at the razor sharp prick of his own fangs on his finger. Such creatures were supposed to be myths. How was any of this possible? "Yes! I do not have much time. My existence is pure pain. Even immortal beings can only comfortably withstand this world for so long. I am ready to die. I must die. It is unbearable!" Tephyr reached into the pockets of his robe and pulled out a journal. "Please, I must pass this on to you. You are the emperor of Rome, and I trust you are capable."

spoke to himself as if it were a spell, one that would somehow make him believe that it was possible, that she could overcome those traumas somehow, And I wish I could give her the lap she needed when she couldn’t take it. Going through processes alone was painful, no matter what the process was. "These wires...they’ll never fall apart, will they?" Amethyst’s eyes were empty, completely opaque and no more life "they’ll stay here forever, won’t they?" asked things like he was in that cell again, as if the only thing I had was the moonlight and that dagger that was as bright silver as Audra’s eyes. Yes, the bright eyes, the eyes that were the last thing she had seen in that icy, lonely darknes

He lunged forward with his claws stretched out and ready to strike— But the ghost vanished. And when Vincent blinked his eyes, the house was gone too. Camela had disappeared too. He found himself standing alone in the darkness again—except this time, the journal was open at his feet. The last page was blank, but then ink began to form words across it, in Camela’s shaky handwriting: “Why didn’t you kill me?” The letters emitted a red glow. And the door slammed shut behind him.

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

Grey's blasting tone was killing as he pushed his guard to the side. With an apologetic look, he sprinted out of the room, returned almost immediately and handed over the knife to Grey. My eyes didn't even see the knife twice and the next thing I felt was a hot slice on my skin. My wrist. And immediately, gore began to ooze out. The last thing I could remember was, I faded out. I died! THE END BOOK TWO COMING SOON… Thanks to you all so much for reading this far; I'll update you once book two is ready. Mmmuah!!!

This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I could barely remember them anymore. Following June's final wishes, I found a grove of poplar trees and erected a nameless gravestone for her there. Back when we first arrived in the desert, I remembered June making a vow. She said she would one day cover this barren land with greenery and life. And this grove of poplars had been planted by our own hands. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but green. But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery.