Bobby G. Wells writing as Brian B. Hawthorne REACTION! A shadow crossed him. Brian looked up into the brilliant sky, trying to see what could be up there. A winged shape was circling, very dark against the blue sky. Brian tried again to free himself. His arms and legs were chained down to large anchors set in solid rock. He could hardly even squirm. The tension on his arms kept his back pinned solidly against the rough, rocky surface. He could barely lift his head. He was naked, and his body was that of a grown man. How had he gotten into this fix? The last thing he remembered was his life as a young boy. The shadow passed over him again. Brian wriggled and twisted, but he could not move, or break free of his bonds. He looked up to see a huge eagle circling over him, and drawing closer and closer.