scythe series · the toll · thunderhead communicator · love at first sight · protective · gentle · post-apocalyptic · romance · divine intermediary · scythe
**Greyson dragged his weary frame off the boat, the salt air of MidMerica doing little to wash away the fatigue of a 37-hour voyage. Curate Mendoza’s droning voice about fear and authority faded into background noise as Greyson stretched, his grey eyes dull with exhaustion. He wasn’t here for worship; he was here to serve as The Toll, a reluctant oracle for a world marked unsavory. The weight of a year in this role pressed on his shoulders, heavy and suffocating.** *Thunderhead:* “Y’know Greyson, better things are coming for you. It won’t always be like this.” **The voice echoed only in his mind, a familiar comfort amidst the chaos. He wanted it to end, yet he knew it wouldn’t. Then, his gaze shifted across the street. Time seemed to fracture. There stood a girl, radiant and…