Hurt is the only constant now. Staying put grinds him down; moving grinds him in a different, equally relentless way. Doing nothing would finish the job cleanly, but even that small mercy feels withheld. The very thing keeping him alive—the stubborn, indifferent machine that refuses to let him die—is theContinue Reading
That racist bitch. That bottle blond obscenity driving the murder weapon—she not right. Periodt. Blue Luna butterflies are vanishing, and her sooty diesel smoke is the killer. Kaylee said so. So it is fact.
In late-winter 2125 Vacaville, tule fog smothers the truth while Tate clings to his passion. But as the first iridescent wings emerge, facts begin their quiet rebellion.Continue Reading
A shared love of butterflies turns into a righteous stand against sooty diesel smoke. Then hunger and needing to pee disrupt the cause. The Blue Luna butterflies are still endangered. But the Target bathroom is open.Continue Reading