Home For A Hero
December 30, Shelter Island, Washington State
Lucas Roman protected his privacy as fiercely as he'd done most everything in his thirty-seven years of life. Nothing came past the gates or over the fences that surrounded Lost Point at the farthest northern point of the island. It was his safe harbor, the only spot in the world where he could breathe easily. He was totally alone here, and it wasn't that he liked being alone—he needed the solitude to survive.
But that didn't stop him from occasionally wondering if this was what his life would be like until he ceased to exist. He only knew that right now, this was his world.
He stood at the top of the thirty-foot bluffs near the stairs cut into the rocky side that led to the hardpacked, narrow ribbon of beach below. The dense fog of early evening surrounded him and the air that filtered into his lungs was bitingly cold. He pulled his old pea coat more tightly around his six-foot twoinch frame and headed to the beach. He eased down the stairs, taking them two at a time, and jumped over the last four, landing squarely on the rockstrewn sand.
He had nowhere to go or anyplace to be. He was just kil ... read full excerpt from Home for a Hero ebook
