The problems that kept popping up–spreading like cancer–e’er since the sun fell, leaving half the world in infinite darkness–& worse, the rest in unrelenting light.
& Orval was tasked with putting the pieces back together.
& worse, the notorious Whiskey Woods knew. 1st 1 o’ his assistants develops trachoma, next he learns that his great-grandfather’s bed is flooded with thickly suede horse heads till they almost choke his lungs.
But Orval wouldn’t be cowed. Though the leukemia wouldn’t be stomachful, he had to endure the cure all the way. No choice.