Lucia-morosanu
The Owl
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The Owl |
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This is part of the introduction to the book
The Owl
For a moment,
the room stopped spinning around Jason. He took
a deep breath
and tried to focus. The stench of sweat and filth made
its way to the
lowest pits of his stomach and he cringed. He realized
he had been
out, but he didn’t know for how long. As he looked
ahead, he
noticed wide, green eyes staring back unblinking. He slowly
tilted his
head. The eyes mimicked his movement. Jason frowned,
trying to
understand at what he was looking. The face had human
features, but
at the same time they seemed out of place and wrong.
The yellowy
face was oddly proportioned, the skin hard and callous.
“Who the hell are you? And why are you
painted like an owl?
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