“I didn’t know you were there, sifu.”
“Yeah, well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know.”
His voice was a little slurred, which meant he’d been drinking. Although she wasn’t sure he was ever entirely sober, and he had to drink a lot before it affected him in speech or gait. He claimed to drink to drown out the sound of the voices that afflicted him with prophesy. He could tell the future, could Moses Alakuyak, and it never brought him any joy. Perhaps it was because people had always done what they wanted to in the first place, regardless of the best advice given them, and always would. It didn’t help Moses’s disposition any to watch lives going down in flames all around him, when the way out of the inferno was so clearly seen only to himself. He was a prophet without honor in his own country.
Excerpt from Better to Rest, the fourth Liam Campbell novel.
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