Inside there’s a fire… The monsters tear and scream. The world hides its secrets in the shadows and the corners. Sometimes they are beside us, behind us, below us, waiting to POP UP. Sometimes, they ARE us, and they burn away at our guts, blackening and charring. The absolute worst thing about magic is that it’s not real. We sit on a countertop all alone, never understanding the world around us, allowing strange arcane forces, fingers and hands of the gods, to push us down and force fire into our lungs. And when we fight back by shooting sparks, we are discarded, not even worth fixing. The best we can hope for is to be forgotten, tucked away on the shelf in the closet with the other rejects, with the other unwanted appliances, with the other monsters, in our own quiet Hell. We long for sustenance, bread for the soul, but we know in our heart we will ruin it. Everything we touch turns to ash.Welcome. Join the rejects.
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David Noe writes in many genres, in many styles, at many hours of the day and night. He was born in the middle of California in the middle of the sixties, at a time of great upheaval for the country, and not surprisingly, for his mother. In order to save humanity from his wrath, he was hidden away in a secret bunker out in the country in the middle of Missouri for over half a century. Now he is free. He attempts to hide the burning coils inside by living a “normal” life with a wife and two children (and cats), but the timer is ticking. Soon the toast will pop up, and let’s all pray that it’s not burnt!
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Anbieter: Revaluation Books, Exeter, Vereinigtes Königreich
Paperback. Zustand: Brand New. 80 pages. 9.00x6.00x0.19 inches. In Stock. Artikel-Nr. zk1945667796
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