Chapter 32: 

I ended up in a place I knew very well, but it all felt off. The house I grew up in had rooms that now looked really weird and stretched out. Dark shapes kept moving at the edges of what I could see. It felt like I was a tiny kid again, maybe about five or six, hiding behind the big couch in our living room.

“You can't do this, Ryder!” My mom's voice, which was usually quiet and comforting, was now full of a kind of fear I'd never heard. “The prophecy isn't ...