“Do you like what you see?”
It became, in a word, Armageddon.
“Frank causing a ruckus, eh?” He chuckled. “Well, leave that to him.”
Drowned out, the sound was, by the sheer pandemonium, sound and fury beyond imagination, and beyond every prisoner’s wildest hope.
The witness lab. Cold witness! Give it a mouth to speak, and ears to hear, and an eye to see the arcoiris laser now firing, turning a red hall to every color under the sun, and do you reckon it would know what valor it had seen? Do you reckon it would say “bravo?”
There he went, invisible, intangible, immaculate, knowing not where he was going nor how to get there, but of perfect knowledge concerning his wits, and Drac’s hopes, and those wayfinding ways of the soldier—that forced journeyman!
The entire world was dark…no, that was just the back of Adam’s eyelids. They peeled open to reveal…a dark world.
And the Brown House was their backdrop, standing tall like a trophy. The sun rose and lit it like a lamp. It was bronze like a treasure unattainable; bronze like an amazing hope.
“You can’t tell me this is the U-S of A, pops.”