Surrender
 When I’m working on a book I don’t usually read fiction. For one, it’s a distraction. I usually read fiction analytically: how did he or she do it? Sentence...
Read MoreCHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I lowered the gun. His eyes made me do it. They were sunken and dark, but very clear. In their light I felt ashamed. A...
Read MoreCHAPTER FORTY-SIX Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â It was a long while before I put the binoculars down and when I did, the dome disappeared. I figured it had to be the glasses....
Read MoreCHAPTER FORTY-FIVE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Around the time I’d grown accustomed to the G force he hit the brakes and all the pent up sweat leapt off me onto the...
Read MoreCHAPTER FORTY-FOUR We drove on a mangy highway, through the post-stripmine covering of processed garbage that adheres to the county wherever banks were too cheap to put...
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