Happy Ending

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A world had crumpled around this man—a world that could never yell his commendations again. The wore out urban areas were still and dead, the curved bodies and turned spirits giving him their last salute in death. Furthermore, presently he was distant from everyone else, alone encompassed by recollections, alone and pausing …

Book Excerpt

n, crying now in dread, for the front of the wilderness. Into the screening shadow of the monster trees, and the protecting darkness.

He staggered and fell, was going once more. Furthermore, presently his eyes could find in the dimmer twilight that separated through the branches overhead. Stirrings there, in the branches. Stirrings and voices in the night. Voices in and of the night. Murmurs and yells of agony. Indeed, he’d given them torment, and now their tormented voices ran with him through the knee-profound, night-wet grass among the trees.