Chapter Three Excerpt

Nick opened his eyes. “Where am I?” He was standing upright now in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by people he did not know. He was dreaming—he was sure of it. He had been here before, lost in this exact same place. The people all wore black cloaks that covered everything except the lower part of the face. Everyone was silent. There was only the rhythmic sound of a beating drum.

“What’s going on? Who are you guys?” Nick asked.

No response. Not even a second glance. It was as if he
didn’t exist.
— Gods From the Machine, Chapter 3