Manhunters! RLA Santori & Newland Parris
No words passed between them, neither from Richard nor the foul sage who watched him with covered eyes. No words passed, but a conversation was had. As surely as though he had been told, Richard knew that this cult of man-things
, this herd of pig-men
would one by one capture or kill every survivor of the Lidwina
, and there was nothing that he nor any other man could do to stop them. This was their world, their island, and what a different realm it was from the distant shores of San Francisco.
Craig Franklin, his nose gone, his face a ruin, pulled his limbs from the tree, nails ripping holes through his palms. He lurched into uprightness and swept his ma