Chapter 99

Isla

The chains don’t rattle tonight. Shrieker already did his shift. Now he is singing like a lunatic.

“Virelith, virelith...”

I have no idea what Shrieker’s words mean. He sings them like a drunk lullaby. Is it another language? It could be a prophecy or the jingle from a cereal ad.

“They put bees in my soup again,” Shrieker mutters. “They said it would make me strong.”

This idiot...

I press my