Although I wouldn’t blame you if you wondered.
“Prisoner” is Volume II of the Traveler Chronicles. I hope to have it finished by the end of the year.
If you’re curious, here is a taste:
Prisoner
Strange as it may seem, as I regarded the corpse with my face on my (our?) living room floor, I wasn’t wondering how he had gotten here, or even why he was wounded.
I was thinking Thank God, Mary just missed him.
The day had begun quite normally, actually better than normal. As my mind swam slowly up from the gray depths of a restful sleep, I became aware of a bare leg lying across mine. And I soon realized what had woken me up was a slight muscle cramp in my left arm, due to the fact that it was wrapped around the owner of the leg. Her cheek lay on my shoulder, her breath making a tiny, cool breeze across my bare chest.
