Summer 1870 – Peace is the Inward Breath in the Life of War

 

“There is no other world,” White Eye snarled. “Blasphemer! Demon! I’ll gut you and hang your entrails for the winds to dry!”

Father cracked his knuckles and began to let his spider unfold. “If you weren’t such a poor traveling companion, I would be delighted to show you what life thrives on the skin of this planet. I think you would enjoy the sun we have up there.”