Status Updates From Cloudsplitter

‘The image of Father reading beside me has faded. The light that accompanied my memory of him is gone, and although I cannot see him, I can still hear his voice. He says to me, "It's very dark here. You don't mind the darkness, Owen? And the cold? It's grown very cold since the sun set. Why not go inside and light a fire?"
"I do mind the darkness. It's making me feel too much the pain of being alone.”’

The next book I read is going to be so short