Chapter Twelve
Her
Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.
- Henry Van Dyke
ETHAN
Tampa, Florida
Present Day
The conference was crowded, swarming with soul-suckers.
The Literature Today National Summit was off to a rocky start and from the looks of things, I wasn’t going to make it through the night. One massive brown-nosing session after another. Editors, publishing magnates and writers fawned all over each other, making promises they couldn’t keep, engaging in more ass-kissing than you’d find at a foreign s*x club.
I was not in the f*****g mood.
Tailored tux or not, if Griff and Chris hadn’t been there to c***k jokes with or take shots, I would
