The Chosen

Then it fell over limp to Paul’s side.

And dissolved to nothingness.

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^EPILOGUE

Her head lay in his lap as he drove.

The Lamborghini’s gears screamed, its engine revving at alternate pitches. The tires hypnotically hummed.

As the sleek car sucked down into each drastic veer and turn, she could feel her innards shift against the inertia.

Neither of them would speak for days, and why should they? What good were words? What on earth could they say?

A gibbous moon broke through the low clouds. Its yellow face followed them out and away…

As he drove, Paul slipped his right hand between her breasts, to feel her there, to feel her heart beating.

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^{ABOUT THE AUTHOR}

Edward Lee is the author of almost fifty novels and numerous short stories and novellas (or is it novellae? Hmm.) Several of his properties have been optioned for film, while HEADER was released on DVD in 2009; also, he has been published in Germany, England, Romania, Greece, and Austria. Recent releases include Bullet Through Your Face and Brain Cheese Buffet (story collections), Header 2, and the hardcore Lovecraftian books The Innswich Horror, Trolley No. 1852, Pages Torn From A Travel Journal, Going Monstering, and Haunter of the Threshold. One of Lee’s creative ambitions is to one day write an effective M.R. James pastiche.

www.edwardleeonline.com