One more week.
Just one more week, and I'll post the epilogue and this will be all over. As usual when I get near to completing an epic, I both dread and anticipate it in equal measure.
Until then, here's an excerpt from this week's chapter:
After a long night of hard work, Night Vision was just about ready to go to sleep. He planted the shovel with which he had been digging into the ground and made his way up from Grandfather's vegetable garden to Grandfather's hut, which was on a small hill not far away. In the distance, Solis Magna was just beginng to peak over the horizon, its rays already too bright for Night Vision's taste.
As he approached Grandfather's hut, the smell of fresh arang juice cooking wafted into his nose from one of the open windows and made his stomach rumble. He guessed that Grandfather was already awake and getting breakfast ready. As tired as Night Vision was, he figured he could stay up long enough to eat some of Grandfather's cooking. It was some of the best food he had ever had, far better than the crud they served at the Bunker, anyway.
Wiping the sweat off his brow, Night Vision entered the hut and found himself standing in the kitchen/dining room. A pot of arang soup (not juice, as he had thought) was cooking on the wood stove Grandfather had owned forever, but it obviously wasn't done yet. It reminded Night Vision of the time when, as a small child, he tried to eat some arang soup while it was still cooking. Just the memory of it was enough to make his tongue burn.
Read the rest of Chapter XX here. And don't forget to tune in next week for the epilogue!