This is a story that has been rattling around in my mind for several years now. The places are real; Eric and I are real. I've paddled these waters. The rest is purely figment of my imagination. It is still in a tender state of development - unfinished. Enjoy.
Prologue
1.1. There it was again. I’ve been hearing it since just after dawn - like a drum roll, starting slowly, gaining speed, and ending in a furious cadence. The sound echoed around me, seeming to come from several points of origin, or maybe it was just one point. I couldn’t really tell with much certainty, just guess. It reminded me of the ghostly signaling device twirled on a rope by Australian Aborigines, and making an unearthly humming-buzzing-moaning sound of low frequency that traveled long distances. A thrumming sound was coming from not one direction, but from all around us – just as would a wolf’s howl,
1.2. “Grouse.â€Â
Prologue
1.1. There it was again. I’ve been hearing it since just after dawn - like a drum roll, starting slowly, gaining speed, and ending in a furious cadence. The sound echoed around me, seeming to come from several points of origin, or maybe it was just one point. I couldn’t really tell with much certainty, just guess. It reminded me of the ghostly signaling device twirled on a rope by Australian Aborigines, and making an unearthly humming-buzzing-moaning sound of low frequency that traveled long distances. A thrumming sound was coming from not one direction, but from all around us – just as would a wolf’s howl,
1.2. “Grouse.â€Â