So, CELL is coming to its conclusion... Or at least the conclusion of the first book in the trilogy. What's next...?
This...
"And now, his brother was also gone.
He snatched back the sob he’d been burying since entering the room, turning it into a sharp inhalation. The stench rocked him, but he managed to remain composed. He had to, or Brendan would have to remove him. He couldn’t bear that.
More than he couldn’t bear remaining."
"“Hey Tom,” he whispered.
His brother didn’t reply. With his throat torn apart, he wouldn’t have been able to even if life had still clung to its vessel, however unlikely that might have been. The broken ribs protruding from the wide void in his chest removed the possibility. There was no face remaining to speak of, but the tattoos along the victim’s left arm made identification from someone who knew them a simple task."