The Brink Book PREVIEWPrefaceHe looked to the heavens, admiring the way the sky churned in the slowly dying storm. The thunder boomed around him—the sound vibrating in his chest—and the lightning flashed—casting a glow upon his sharp features that no one could see. But he could only observe the storm, not partake in it, for the rain left no mark upon him. He felt the coolness of the drops pass through his skin, but the water continued its path to the roof on which he stood, as if he wasn't even there.He scrunched his toes against the shingles and took in a deep and cool breath. He knew that he would always feel uncomfortable about the place he held in the worl
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