Part two! These are the comments of the editor of Two Journeys – a great review, you will agree. “I almost wonder whether if in the promotional descriptions you may want to tone down any emphasis on a dystopian or post-apocalyptic society so that you do not alienate (no pun intended) readers who may not normally gravitate toward that genre, only because I truly believe that readers not typically interested in such topics will enjoy your book as much as someone who seeks them out. Your book was extremely engaging, intelligent, entertaining, and well-written. I thoroughly enjoyed editing it […] Overall, the writing was incredibly strong. This is a great book. I rarely cry at the end of books or movies, but I cried when he made it to Hansen’s…”
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Sample from Two Journeys
“Our route took us between hundreds of cars parked in the traffic jam. Most of the passengers had turned into skeletons with very little flesh on them. Due to the decaying process, the interiors of the cars were disgustingly dirty, and I realized that I couldn’t use any of them for transport.
Arriving at the head of the traffic jam, I turned around and looked back. For the first time in days, tears ran down my cheeks. Turning around, cursing, barefoot and dressed only in a blanket, I left the scene, almost delirious, hardly able to make a rational decision, just continuing, like an automaton.
The road went up and down slowly, crossing some minor hills. I vaguely remember passing through wooded areas, black birds singing obscenely loud from the branches. The rising sun stayed hidden behind the clouds and doused the landscape into gray depressing light. The road was mostly empty, although some debris had collected here and there: dust and ashes, leaves and dirt.
At some point, my feet started bleeding, but I can’t recall that I noticed any pain.
The road climbed another hill, and I walked towards the top. I was dead tired, so much so that I was actually just shuffling along. The dogs were far ahead of me. The air was cold, and I had to pull the rough blanket closely around my shoulders.
A parked car stood just over the apex of the hill. I looked inside. It was empty. I tried the door. It was open.
I let myself down onto the driver seat. I almost fell asleep as I sat there, but my hand found the keys in the ignition and I started the motor. It kicked into action right away. I stumbled out again and opened the passenger door for the dogs.
The car was of a make that I had never seen. It wasn’t very big, but the tank was half full. I gave it gas and steered it onto the middle of the road.”
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