The Last Bender, Chapter 48
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Beneath the heads sat Stronghole, in a glass chair at a glass table,...
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Beneath the heads sat Stronghole, in a glass chair at a glass table,...
FW 614: Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â “Forget! Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a...
 When I’m working on a book I don’t usually read fiction. For one, it’s a distraction. I usually...
CHAPTER 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,...
CHAPTER 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,...
CHAPTER 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...
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR We drove on a mangy highway, through the post-stripmine covering of processed garbage...
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE          “Who’s driving?â€Â  I asked.          ...