Two professional football teams, coaches, staff, and everyone else on the field lay dead, and no one knows why. An obvious act of terrorism will turn out to be from an unlikely source for an even more unfathomable reason.
This concept was born in 2001 as my first NaNoWriMo effort and “win”. I wrote more than 50,000 words of questionably passable material that was later lost forever in one of our many hard drive failures. I never did learn to back up my work, but maybe that’s for the best.
This story is in its infancy and remains on hold until the first draft of Habituation is finished. Until then, the novel will simmer in the hope the flavors will develop and become richer.