Reseña del libro "Pous: The Second Book in the Edward Ryan Langston Trilogy (en Inglés)"
Where did it all begin? he thought.He was in his room again; the one with the window that looked out onto the tree. Now he knew vaguely who he was, but only barely. There was a scattering of memory like the noise a flock of birds makes rustling to flight."I know I have done terrible things." The thought circled his mind. "The falling from the clouds has ended, and the beast from the depths has left me to the eels, yet they do not come. No water is near, and the man who wore only white waits with eyes that will never see at the bottom of the abyss. His quest has ended."And my love, it was I who ended her days, for I have done terrible things."Ryan Edward Langston sat at the foot of his bed in his room in cellblock C, in the recovery wing of the Shop. His mind had begun to rebuild itself. Nature always finds a way, someone had once said. He had been found at sea barely alive and flown to a hospital, or at least that's what he remembered now. In fact, he didn't really know what had happened; it all seemed like a strange dream.There were bits and pieces of the dream, disjointed and confusing. He struggled to remember, to put the events of his life into a cohesive whole that he could recognize, but he couldn't. Just when he felt like some of the pieces started to come together, they fell from his mind and hit the floor to shatter into a million pieces. Who was he?His head hurt. Ryan shook his body violently, trying to tear through the mist that seemed to cover the memory of his past in a solid white mist that parted then flowed together. He decided to rest and try again later. He lay back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to empty his mind. Just before he slipped into sleep, a face drifted past his mind's eye and then, a name, Fica! He sat up in a start. Fica, where are you? I know if I find you, I find myself. The journey back had begun.
