Excerpts from Chapter III of "Levels" - The Crossing
"Where's the overhead? What could have happened to it?" (Page 71)
He landed in an area completely surrounded by killing strands... (Page 74)
I pretended not to notice his wounded legs and hands. I had never seen so much blood. (Page 75)
There is nothing dramatic or heroic about death; it is depressing and permanent. Those left behind ache terribly inside because their hearts have been broken and never completely heal. (Page 77)
We reformed our column of twos except for me. I walked alone. (Page 78)
He landed in an area completely surrounded by killing strands... (Page 74)
I pretended not to notice his wounded legs and hands. I had never seen so much blood. (Page 75)
There is nothing dramatic or heroic about death; it is depressing and permanent. Those left behind ache terribly inside because their hearts have been broken and never completely heal. (Page 77)
We reformed our column of twos except for me. I walked alone. (Page 78)
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