Kit floated unconsciousness dreaming. An echoing voice, vague and lost seemed to call out to him. â€śWake up. Wake up! We need you. Kit we need you here!â€ť Ash. Smoke. Burning. The smell of destruction was pungent. â€śWe do not have time for this.â€ť Cried the voice.
K started writing after the demise of his loved ones after a terrible salad eating accident.
The book is still being written. This is merely just a sampling. This is just part of the first chapter