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/* /*]] */ Axler, James – Death Lands 29 – Bloodlines (v1.0) (html) There was a throbbing pain behind his temples
For a few beats of the heart, Ryan slipped out of consciousness into the dark. Then he was sitting up, supported by someone’s arm around his shoulders, still feeling sick, aware that he had another pain, a burning sensation in his good right eye.
“I think that he’s back with us. Ryan, my dear fellow, can you hear me?”
Ryan’s tongue felt as if it had been hand-knitted, five sizes too large for his mouth. “Hear you, Doc.”
“You feel all right, lover?” Krysty asked. “Fine.”
But he knew that he wasn’t fine. He was way short of fine.
To remove the blackness, Ryan had opened his good right eye. He knew that he had opened it.
