Chapter 3
“You will not force me back to bed, will you?” Michael dreaded the soft confines of that mattress more than he wanted to admit. Nothing was in his reach from there and the quiet was very disconcerting. In the collective home of his kin, noise was all around him. Beautiful sound permeated every action and thought, a background symphony as he had come to understand it.
Until human contact was a constant with the Host, Michael had the opinion the music that was part of his very being was the same with their mortal counterparts. When Gzrel returned to them as the first to walk among humanity, Gzrel had cried in great joy to hear the cosmic symphony again.
Michael had been confused at the incident, but once Gzrel explained how it was so difficult to hear that melody, except when hu
