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I have struggled with my word-making since I came back from vacation. After spending a lot of time with my Disguiser series, I'm back writing Nirvana in Fire. More precisely, the sequel to Return of the Cicada.

After lots of rewatching and wrestling with the Yeti-storyline, I decided to... mostly ignore that. XD I also decided to dive into Mei Changsu/Lin Shu's POV, and that linear story-telling is for the weak. So this is a little snippet of him when he was still recovering from Mei Ling.

Tears were streaming down Lin Shu’s face, burning his raw skin. His eyes open wide and frantically searching the darkened room, he tried to push himself up but his body felt like it was carved from stone. A living statue, barely able to move his head.

“Jia!” His tongue was a thick lump in his mouth, nearly choking him, but he tried to force the name out. He had to know—

“No. Not that one,” a tired voice came from his left.

“Jia—”

Light steps drew closer, and he was pushed back into the pillows by gentle hands that Lin Shu had no strength to resist. As weak as a newborn, as the man liked to remind him. He remembered now. Remembered the prison he was in, with only the man and the pain as his companion.

The man sighed. “He’s fine,” he said, pulling up the blankets around Lin Shu before he added quietly, “Or, well, alive at least.”