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was seven-thirty, and there was enough light in the street to indicate that there was, for a fact, a sun up there, struggling valiantly to get through. Somehow, though, I knew it wasn't going to make it. |
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"I think we can be ready to go by noon," Kendall summed up. "Any questions?" |
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There was, instead, an aura of resignation. |
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"Okay," he said wearily, "everybody knows what they have to do." |
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As luck would have it, I ended up on the detail assigned to conduct the search outside of the village. The thought of dragging what was left of old E.G. body parts over the rocky terrain and around through the trees and sand wasn't all that appealing. On the other hand, if there was going to be a big, socko climax to this saga, I wanted to be there to see it. It would be a shame, I decided, to come this far and not see the last act. |
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I squandered a few minutes reflecting on some of my more sane friends who sat at their word processors and dreamed up bizarre tales of witchcraft and monsterssecure, creative, comfortable and with no real threat to life and limb. What I was feeling was envy. If I could do it, I reasoned, I would. Then there would be no reason for |
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