Extract from Desolation
October 13th, 2000 • Posted in Extracts |
An extract from Desolation, Chapter One
Cain had few possessions, even fewer memories, and no family. Nowhere seemed a perfect place to begin his new life.
The taxi dropped him at the kerbside and left him sitting on his suitcase, several plastic carrier bags scattered around his feet like bloated dead pigeons, real birds chattering from gutters and telephone lines, irate at his intrusion. He turned to the wooden chest beside him on the pavement and grabbed its handle, hardly surprised when he found he could lift one end from the ground with ease. Its weight seemed to vary with his own moods. Today, he was happy to be here. Read the rest of this entry »
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