Chapter 10
Meanwhile, Lathe began to feel like a ghost in a world of paper dolls. A ghost running through time and space, looking, always looking for that sacred spark that would pull him out of his misery. But it never came until one night he awoke to a glow in his bedroom that was too white to be daylight.
Lifting himself up to his elbows he saw the silhouette of a young man across the room that radiated a strong, shimmering, almost blinding light.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” the shadow said.
When he spoke his voice sounded like a beautiful song, more beautiful than he could have ever imagined, or even describe, but somehow, he felt that he’d heard it before.
And then…no, it couldn’t be.
“Anjelo, is that you? You look…”
Before he could finish his thoughts, the shadow moved
