SA4QE 2017 - Michael J Mitchell - Chicago, United States
Oh, how I miss him. I left this one. Chapter One of Pilgermann is the most beautiful pice of prose writing in the world. Happy Birthday, Russell.
I don't know what I am now. A whispering out of the dust. Dried blood on a sword and the sword has crumbled into rust and the wind has blown the rust away but still I am, still I am of the world, still I have something to say, how could it be otherwise, nothing comes to an end, the action never stops, it only changes, the ringing of the steel is sung in the stillness of the stone.