Beyond the Shadow of Night

by Ray Kingfisher

And although I was sixteen, a kid is exactly what I was; I just didn’t realize it.

“You know, for many years my soul died just a little bit more whenever people tried to replace the truth with wretched falsehood. But I’ve mellowed. The fire in my belly is merely a handful of glowing embers.

After all, everyone is guilty of something; it’s only a question of scale.