After the introspective spew of the last two posts, here's something quick and dirty. Loathsome rewrites are done, and I'm damned pleased with the book. Yeah, it's short (after one more round of edits I'm expecting 68K), but it's tasty. I stayed up to finish last night because the final third propelled me to do so. I guess that's a plus for a climax, eh?
My favorite exchange in the the whole book (spoilers abound, but you know you're going to read anyway):
“I’ve seen things, Mr. Barlow. I’ve heard things. Men crying in the night. The sobs of the forest.” He held out his hands in a sort of plea. “There’s real darkness here.” As he spoke, one of his hands patted his chest.
I bent and picked up the gun. It was heavy. Solid.
Curt continued. “Do you know how easy it is to pervert a man’s mind? Just a few drops of chemical, really. Dr. Scheller showed me how. The right drops and they become cattle.” He chuckled and shook his head.
I stood with the gun in my hand, the barrel pointing toward the floor.
“Men should never be cattle, Mr. Barlow.” He rubbed a hand across the front of his face. “But Dr. Scheller showed me how to make them more than cattle. He made them bigger than life. With a few additional drops, they became legends. Myths.”
“He made monsters,” I said, aiming the weapon at Curt. “He killed innocent men.”
“Oh, I’ve seen horrors, Mr. Barlow. Horrors. You think any of us get out alive?” Curt sighed. His shadow slumped. “Do it.”
What do you think? A little bleak?