|Western Nordhiem - 1654 A.E.|
Summer wanes, and life imitates art. 250 pages in and "Prince of the Furies" is knee deep in discord, doom, and defiance. (what else is new?) At this point I wonder when will I conclude this volume, because a lot still has to happen. No one minds a longer book, right?
The next chapter, sixteen I think, will be called -- White Water. I've been anxious to get to it, because the image has been in my head for a long time. A writer gets thoughts in mind, and it is only a matter of putting it to paper. Soon enough. So wherever you live, enjoy August, Agosto, Hawe, or whatever they call it in your realm...and whatever the year.