"Now I lie in a chamber deep underground, as safe from the monsters and their masters, the creatures and their crimes, as I can be; not knowing whether I’ll see the sky, or what remains of it ever again. As I forget everything but the task, as the All fills me, refreshes me, steadies me, and removes me, I drink my fill from the flow of the Web and share the sensations of my companions who have yet to abandon the surface.""Somewhere far above, the universe has gone mad. The beautiful mother that is the moon has started to burn. The forever father that is the sun appears to be dimming, a dark spot growing bigger and blacker against its golden skin. Fiery rocks have begun to fall from the heavens, to punch through the air and pummel the land below, the place where we and what remains of all life does live. It is all I can do, in consumption of these crimes, to keep water from my eyes and despair from my heart."So are written the words of the Narrator, shared and transcribed for the Folion, on the 28th of November, 2020. These sentences form part of the fifty-fifth folio, the work that relates the tale of The Lady, she who has set us free.With humanity's armies destroyed, its nations mere memory, and its people hunted to extinction, our last stand, as mandated by the Epilogue, is made not with force of arms but with a Sharing. On paper and metal, plastic and stone, we throw our survival into the streams of time, so that who we are shall never die!End of a Girl, the first book of Folio 55, is out now. Grab a copy and begin an epic journey in the company of an insignificant teenager inhabiting a remote town on a distant coastline of the United Kingdom. Insecure, angry, and bored, Molly Peterson wishes for a more interesting life. Be careful what you wish for!
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