The price of a good deed struck Sarah hard - more than she’d bargained for. When she’d protected the old man from public humiliation, she had no idea it would lead to the adventure of a lifetime, threatening her sanity. As an actress on the local theater scene, she was well aware that her best skills rest in a study of the human condition and adapting to the moment. When those around her knew nothing but violence, she was the one to reach out a helping hand. But her talent was solely in pretending to be someone else, not in saving the world.
Paralyzed by ignorance.
Victor was the latest in a long line of immortals. Legacy had been passed from mentor to apprentice for a thousand years, accepting each challenge as it came. He’d never lost an apprentice, though. Certainly not one that he’d been so attached to, at least. Just when he’d been ready to pass on his legacy, the council had cut him off at the knees. It was a gesture meant to announce their superiority, and - in the process - cripple him without an apprentice to operate through. He had to help the last remaining person who knew his friend’s apprentice. If he could.
Paralyzed by doubt.
Jack had trained for this since he was a child, but without his mentor, he’d only managed to fail. His fiance was dead, and his mentor was taken by the same people hunting him. All this for a bit of information trapped in the memories of his legacy. Now all he had left to help was his fiance’s incompetent mentor, Victor. The whole project was a fool’s errand, but one he couldn’t ignore. He refused to abandon his mentor again. When he was needed the most, Jack had frozen, stalled by thought. And he was sure he would spend the rest of his life regretting who he was and wasn’t.
Paralyzed by fear.
But there’s no room for paralysis. No room to stall, or even stop to think. Not when the secret lives of hundreds need them to prevent genocide before it begins.