Extract from Lost Bodies by Francois Gantheret
Suddenly everything was eclipsed, the sky and the stars and the rocks and this man who had just stopped speaking. The night came flooding back and left in its place still more blackness, absolute blackness and nothing else, both within and around her. One thought alone in the silent howling of the world, those words as red as fire, as red as blood, calmly repeating themselves: Elijah is dead.