I wish that, as I was growing up, I had written down the memorable sweet evenings that passed in the night like a breeze through a downtown courtyard. But I did not. I wrote down nothing, only remembering the past through shoddy memories and the far-fetched recollections of others. As unimportant as that may seem to most, it is very important to me; I traded the sweet for the strange the day that I was introduced to Edward Ballister. -Excerpt of Chapter One by Jeff Ezell
Loved it. A really unique story, with a different author (including yours truly) writing each chapter. With so many minds at play, you really never know where the story is going to take you. It's a dark, twisted road but a fun one to travel.