Though, of course, we’ve already agreed that is a terrible title for this series. What can I say? I’m a sucker for routine.
The high altitude air was so much thinner than he was used to. Having come from sea level, his whole body was unaccustomed to the lack of weight in each lung filling breath. It caused him to gasp at times chaotically through the laborious hours of the day. It caused him to tremble when there didn’t seem enough to carry on and he wondered if he would fall before the darkness took him or the other way around.
Even the warmth of the day seemed effected by the thinness of the air as it fled quickly after the sun began its descent below the horizon. While the light still kissed the sky, the temperature would plummet faster than seemed possible until layers were forced to be added or additional shivers and shakes would wrack his frame.
Some small comfort could be taken from the fire each night. It became a beacon of hope for the day ahead and a victory torch for the day already survived. It could not hold back the cold completely, for only the surfaces facing it would warm until he found himself constantly turning back to front and front to back to give each angle of himself an opportunity in its caress, but it was certainly better than not having a fire at all.
I have two copies of The Erratic Sun signed by myself and by Revis (yes, by both authors). I was thinking of giving them to people who promised to write reviews in return. I was thinking of doing another contest. I was thinking of just letting them sit on my shelf for a bit longer. The truth is, I’m not quite sure what to do with them.
What do you think I should do with them?