An Untitled Novel

Basil stood? Sat? Lay? He wasn’t sure. He was in what appeared to be a sphere of light. Or perhaps it was not a sphere of light, but an absence of the great abyss he had seen once before. The abyss surrounded him, a crushing weight, but he remained unmoved. This time, however, there were voices. A cacophony cried out, deafening but imperceivable. They were speaking as Grey did.

The abyss moved.

The voices were Elthrice.

The abyss was the voices.

They were angry he was leaving.