Kit floated unconsciousness dreaming. An echoing voice, vague and lost seemed to call out to him. “Wake up. Wake up! We need you. Kit we need you here!” Ash. Smoke. Burning. The smell of destruction was pungent. “We do not have time for this.” 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