Chapter 17
To Alain, those first few days of recuperation were a time of blissful relief from his various afflictions, mixed occasionally with horrid nightmares of pursuit through mazes and down long, dark tunnels. Sometimes his pursuers were faceless zombies; sometimes they were lupine animals with the face of the young man he’d killed weeks ago and with long, sharp fangs; and sometimes they were incredibly sexy incarnations of Joby Karns. In those last instances, she was always on the verge of catching him and performing s****l acts upon his body when the dream would dissolve into the gray velvet curtain of his deeper oblivion.
He was aware, on some level of his mind, that he was not dead, that someone was taking care of him. But beyond those primal facts, nothing penetrated the shock
