First Chapter, First Paragraph
The White-Throated Transmigrant
First Chapter, First Paragraph
On a grim Tuesday in November, when the world seemed empty of mystery and magic, indeed, empty of all beauty, Winona Li drove down the two-lane country road that counted for a highway in this area, heading home from a second inter- view. The copper sting of failure sat on her tongue. At the midpoint of a wood whose laced branches cast gloom upon the road, a small, quick thing fluttered across the windshield of her Impala, thumped the glass, and fell.
What It Is About
After a bird fatally collides with her car, a troubled young woman’s life changes irrevocably.
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