An excerpt from Burden of the Stars
The cold assaulted Will’s skin as soon as he left the building. As he took in a few deep breaths, trying to find his stride, the sting of the brisk air made him cough. He ignored the protest of his lungs, and by the time he reached the end of the block, he’d acclimated to the weather and no longer sounded like someone dying of consumption. He ran, trying …