The Wizard Trilogy

by William Newman

Nothing. Nothing but this room, these keys, these... Crack the second of four cans Nothing. So, I run up and down an old dark path, that leads down, down to a lowly glen. Run up and down I do, kept in a zoo, I am. Nowhere to run. Hiding. Up and down the dark path at night, around 11, get me exercise, hiding from neighbours, stuff. Down to where a big tree nearly fell on me as I went that way the other night in a fucking joy of a raging storm. And as the moon sets, up and down, I walk, in the dark, looking at a bright silver star in the gloom, doing a little samba, babay

610 pages, Kindle Edition

Published October 21, 2019