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About the author:
Scott Kimak is a history teacher and Kung Fu master. He came up with the story “I call him – HIM” when he was a teenager but failed miserably to put pen to paper. It took nearly forty years for him to make a second attempt. This time the words flowed unrestrained. Mr. Kimak lives in Harlingen Texas with the love of his life Diana.
What inspired you to write your book?
I've had this story in my head ever since I was a teenager. If a man lost his wife and child what could it turn him into and could he ever love again?
Here is a short sample from the book:
It was like a mouth of impenetrable blackness, as the young girl entered the damp, cold snake that wound its way under the worms and other bugs that crawled above. The echoes of footsteps were the only thing to relieve the loneliness inside the giant serpent as their sound rebounded off the walls. Shadows dissolved as quickly as they appeared, giving her nothing but darkness to look forward to.
The gloom of the unknown penetrated the tunnels as it penetrated Katie’s mind. Step by step, her feet splashed through the water and shit of the bowels of the city. Her only comfort in the darkness was her lighter, which barely benefited her vision. However, humans have a great ability to adapt, and her eyes had begun to grow accustomed to the black tunnels. She could now see several feet in front of her and occasionally even further when she came across another sewer drain.
On these occasions, she would pull herself up and peer through the drain to check her location. Down in the dark, it was easy to lose your way, and she wanted to make sure she was still headed in the right direction. She could see hundreds of demons and slaves on the streets, moving about in their daily activities. The demons were forcing the slaves to rebuild the city. They cracked their whips, punishing and prodding the slaves into obedience. What other choice did they have? The freedom of choice no longer existed. The only freedom that remained was the freedom to die, and in her short life, Katie had seen this freedom carried out many times. Suicide was the one choice the demons could not control, and several people she knew had preferred this means of escape.
As Katie continued moving through the dark sewers her thoughts turned to the past, and the tunnels she traversed bore into her soul. They opened the wet sore that will not heal, festering and growing into something she had tried to forget. Maybe it was the lack of light that let these cold memories return, or could it be the solitude and monotony that cracked her heart and bled emotion.