Blood oath 1982, p.24
Blood Oath (1982),
p.24
Then St. Laurent was screaming. He fell, twisting. Red and black, then red and black. Then only white. And he was gone.
Andrews struggled down a snowy slope. He hunkered anxiously near Houston. "Are you hurt?" "Don't know. . . . Bellay?" "He's only wounded. ... St. Laurent?"
"Went off the cliff."
"Come on, you'll freeze to death," Andrews said. "I've got to take you back."
The swirling snow became a swirling in Pete's head.
To what? he thought. You've got to take me back to what?
His wife was dead. And his father.
The swirling blizzard seemed to part, and in his spinning mind he thought he saw a figure beckoning. A woman. She offered him salvation and the future.
Yes, he thought. Yes, take me back to her. Simone.
Andrews helped him up, turned him, and led him through the snow. But long before they reached the tunnel's mouth, a different tunnel opened, and it swallowed him. Unconsciousness was merciful, an end to pain and sorrow.
When he wakened, she was waiting for him.
David Morrell, Blood Oath (1982)
