Everything as it should be...
The cold breath of a wasteland night hits him like a slap. Deaks opens his eyes.
He’s back where he started, about as far south of the Darklands as he could get. He’s called those lands home for most of his life. He knows them by feel.
He rises stiffly. Arms, legs, head. Everything as it should be.
A dream?
Must be. He rubs his eyes back into focus and…
sees.
The wasteland, green, lush, unspoiled.
The wasteland, a burnt out, blackened cinder.
The wasteland, a litter of bones and broken corpses.
Futures dance around him.
He sees them all.
3 comments add one below
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Maybe another hiatus while I figure out what comes next. It's complicated.
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Richard Charles Davidson over 9 years ago
I know how that hiatus is. I haven't written on Quasit and Pearl for 2 months. Talk about complicated. But we'll both forge on ahead. This Wasteland series is top notch. Keep up the good stuff!
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Thanks for the kind words. Written the next bit last night, so should be more soonish.
