A plume of dust spews out of the mountainside, burying the valley in grey. No one knows what it is. No one knows whether it will stop. The colony watches as the powder grows, and they wait for the elders to decide their fate. But no announcement comes. The members are forced to decide whether to break convention and act on their own, or wait for a decision they’re not sure will come.
It takes this cataclysmic event for Teka to realize that she wanted independence all along. Tiladon challenges what he believes it means to be Head-Elder and a father. Desupon is forced to decide whether to continue living by the colony’s standards, or escape the images of death repeating in her mind. Is this the perfect opportunity to change? Or an excuse to run from a group culture they want no part of?
I'm not funny in real life. Just funny in the head.
Life's often way too serious. The world is falling apart, sugar is making you fat, and your favorite sports team loses time and time again because, in reality, they suck. What a bummer. Why would you want to read or listen to a serious novel that makes you feel worse? I get it because I was writing serious novels at one time, and though I still like them, right now I need a good laugh. So I've taken to enjoying someone else's comical misery through the act of writing dark comedy. This lends you the opportunity to experience the fullness of what goes on in my crazy mind. The creative jar is popped wide open, and ideas are spewing forth for your enjoyment like hundreds of baby spiders rupturing from an egg sack, and taking to the wind as they spread across the unsuspecting land.