Awaiting Whisperland

About the Book

Dawn caught the darkness unaware, the sun springing from behind the mountains like a rabid cat to devour the moon's sliver. During the course of the night the temperature about Heartbreak Ridge had risen to exceed a hundred degrees. Below its western rim the massive wilderness of Whisperland was hotter still. To the south, the animals of New Eden had amassed sixty-some-odd deep and over a kilometer wide. Across from them, the gladiators of the Fleshstalkers and the Rebel Skys loomed as a formidable challenge. In the backdrop, Warbird posed his bloodshot eyes to a trio of figures at the fall line of the plateau-the great roan stallion and his riders, the human trash who dared interfere with the inevitable outcome of the epic battle.

About the Author

W. G. Palmer is a lifelong resident of Central New Hampshire whose observations of the Natural World coupled with a background in human sociology provide the stimuli for creative writing. He enjoys a simple life with his wife and dogs in a modest home on a quiet lake.