About Me

“They were a small man and woman in a small house, and their son had grown large. Altig’s shoulders were stagly broad, but it was his autumn antlers that denied him reentrance. He no longer fit. Wildly, he beat his bone-hard antlers into the too narrow doorway, splintering the wood of the frame. He fought the house, as once he had fought Sunlight, determined never again to accept defeat."