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Termination Dust
The dust had fallen recently, a larger deposit than the prior season. A great indicator of how harsh the winter will be, tales were told that these early flakes were born from spirits who have been allowed to pass on without proper burial, those who ascribed to a life of greed, of thievery, of boiling pitch. The Civil War had ended over two decades’ prior, yet the country’s hunger for new land and new people failed to cease.
Ila had returned home, a native daughter of the North, just west of the border. It had been nearly a decade, but she sought refuge now to clear her mind of the fog-swept bay. The judgment from a pistol deep in the tundra, however, forced her to forsake all that she had chosen to forget about her past: the lessons of her elders, the teachings of the forest. Her loyal pack of eight were split in the haze of the attacking force, barreling upon the mountains, the plains, the rivers of her territory, spilling blood and siphoning the ground of its lucrative plasma.
Alone and without direction, each member of her pack that ventured out into the wilderness that early morning faced the rising tide of the spirits of the forest. Their inner yega, their instinctive souls, were bared to each other, their forms otherworldly. Her purpose, though only an outsider by her own consideration, in their eternal struggle would not reveal itself to her in a simple, feverous dream. For the evil of humans would soon rear its head, obstacles of heritage, of conservation, of belief, of kinship, and of war thrown from its claws, attempting to destroy her very existence.
Ila had returned home, a native daughter of the North, just west of the border. It had been nearly a decade, but she sought refuge now to clear her mind of the fog-swept bay. The judgment from a pistol deep in the tundra, however, forced her to forsake all that she had chosen to forget about her past: the lessons of her elders, the teachings of the forest. Her loyal pack of eight were split in the haze of the attacking force, barreling upon the mountains, the plains, the rivers of her territory, spilling blood and siphoning the ground of its lucrative plasma.
Alone and without direction, each member of her pack that ventured out into the wilderness that early morning faced the rising tide of the spirits of the forest. Their inner yega, their instinctive souls, were bared to each other, their forms otherworldly. Her purpose, though only an outsider by her own consideration, in their eternal struggle would not reveal itself to her in a simple, feverous dream. For the evil of humans would soon rear its head, obstacles of heritage, of conservation, of belief, of kinship, and of war thrown from its claws, attempting to destroy her very existence.
480 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 15, 2018
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About the author
Joey Rodriguez
11 books11 followersJoey Rodriguez lives in New York City with his wife and daughter, and their Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Joon. He is the author of four novels and two novellas.
Recently, his short stories appeared in Fleas on the Dog, In Parentheses, The Cabinet of Heed, Punt Volat, Plants & Poetry, and Baram House.
To purchase any of his books, visit his official website: notyourplatypus.com; follow him on social media @jojoandpickles; and listen to his podcast Ever Thought Of It? twice a week on Spotify.
Recently, his short stories appeared in Fleas on the Dog, In Parentheses, The Cabinet of Heed, Punt Volat, Plants & Poetry, and Baram House.
To purchase any of his books, visit his official website: notyourplatypus.com; follow him on social media @jojoandpickles; and listen to his podcast Ever Thought Of It? twice a week on Spotify.
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