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148 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 31, 2020
"John’s voice had changed, and whatever Nicholas heard in it sent him running—falling—down the embankment. He mounted his bike, sped off without a backwards glance, and was gone.The characters are well thought out and quite deep with the introspection. The plotline unfurls slowly like a mist gathering at dusk trickling in, leaving the reader wanting more from the terrifying world-building and vision of an apocalypse. The pacing seems feverish and urgent while slow and lumbering in alternating pulses.
John Hawthorne remained standing on the rise. That was the fact of him, perhaps more than anything else: he remained. He stared down at the marker between his feet, at the name scratched crudely into its iron-gray surface. Theo had been a good dog. They had gotten on well, mostly. But in the end, Theo had been his son’s. Every bone in Theo’s body, and bones were all that was left now, had belonged without question to a sixteen-year old boy named Trevor Hawthorne. John closed his eyes. He could not call up the memory of that night twenty years ago. The memory was gone, had never been. And yet he could feel it all the same. Woods moaning in a howling wind. Branches creaking under a frosted white moon.
There are things the brain forgets, but the blood remembers.
Oh, the blood remembers.
He raised his head, opened his eyes to the day, and the winter he carried inside settled back into his marrow. The sun laid a warm hand on his cheeks, his brow. It was the last time the sun would touch him. He stood there, looking east from his high place in the San Gabriels, breathing in a wind that smelled of last year’s wildfires, of smoke and cinder and destruction. He stood there, at 7:47 a.m., on the precipice of a great and terrible journey that would take him across a hollowed, gutted America, a nightmareland born on the grave of a sane world.
He stood there in the light.
And then he stood there in the dark."
A one-way trip down the rabbit hole