A whirlpool of crows
Swirls above, justifying
Our murderousness
The world is a quiet place now. The streets are choked with dust and the ruins of civilization; the horizon is bleak in every direction. There are only a few survivors left. Occasionally, the silence is broken with cries of violence as the corrupted remains of humanity feed off the living. There is no longer any distinction between suffering and survival.
The end came suddenly, followed by the agony of slow deterioration that now defines the existence of Kane’s nameless narrator. Along his way he will meet other survivors with whom he will experience moments of joy, grief, cruelty, and love, all of which merge into greater discoveries about the value of life.
Through beautiful and disturbing imagery and characters who will haunt the reader with their passionate, tortured personas, Kane tells a story of the post-apocalyptic world as it has never been seen before. There is terror and slaughter, and there is stillness and peace that can transcend all pain. From its gripping introduction, Decline is a stunning contemplation of the capacities of the human spirit to endure and make meaning when surrounded by death.
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If you liked “The Road”, you’ll want to read this….”

Five Star Review on Amazon By Jason Schapansky

I checked this out on a whim, I’m a sucker for post-apocalyptic fiction. This is a very thoughtful and profound novel, with a really interesting narrative structure. Written from a first-person perspective, it initially starts slow as the author establishes the world and the characters. It becomes much more engaging as the story goes along, when you see what the author was trying to achieve. It’s almost as if it’s written as two separate stories, linked together by the narrator, but there are some clever ties and callbacks as he continues his story. It’s less about the details about the world and plot, and more about the relationships between the characters, and how that, and their fundamental existence, is challenged when society disintegrates. By novel’s end, I was truly affected and moved. This very much reminded me of books like “The Road” and “Station Eleven”, and it left me thinking, which any good book should do.

About the Author

That’s me up there, so monotone and blurry as to be barely acceptable for viewing. Everyone walking by is cursed by being able to see the full, grim majesty that is me, so the least blessing I can bestow here is to show you what is barely a caricature.

I’m a writer and an artist. The looseness of those labels will be yours to decide, and I’m good with whatever you come up with. My day job is digging ditches, 6′ x 6′ x 6′, then filling them in again. A degree in English prepared me well for this rewarding work. When I’m not in the trenches is when I do the writing and art and whatever.

Over the years, I’ve found myself more and more interested in physics and science and technology, and the philosophy and subversion of these things. My intent is to weave these things into my writing.

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