The Last Trumpet

Viac o knihe

The night the stars fell, we could hear the that low thump-thump from somewhere in the sky, like the beating of some gigantic heart...In Sylvan County, Virginia, strange sounds often accompany the coming of darkness. They drift among the remote and shadowed hills, mountains, and valleys as if with a purpose...cognizant...alive. Like an ominous fugue, this music emanates from portals unknown, weaving a soundtrack for the night itself...a dirge for those who dare to venture into the mysterious and forbidding spheres beyond sound.