The Emblem: Prologue
Prologue: 1889 When he emerged from underground after hours of sweat-inducing toil, David Burnett couldn’t deny the protest of his back any longer. But two years over thirty, and his body gave him pain that he didn’t think he’d feel until he clamored out of bed as an old man. He knew the men who worked below ground beside him felt the same: not all tried to hide their cursing; others couldn’t hide deep, throaty coughs that demanded relief against brisk mountain air. He shook
Past the Wall
Once my sister mentioned the artist/graphic designer we'd grown up with as our neighbor, I knew I had to ask her to proofread my book. Not only is she incredibly well read and articulate, she's one of the most precise individuals I've ever met. Case in point: she spent over seven hours making my sister's chocolate mouse birthday cake, and when it looked like a work of art, she still wasn't entirely satisfied. If there was ever someone who would find my undiscovered errors spa
