A thought-provoking meditation on the human condition, and a compelling exploration of memory and its profound impact on our identities and relationships.
Shea woke when the skyraft made a leap toward hell.
Under the daylight’s varnish, the cabin took a dive, jolted, plunged. Maybe we’re passing through a pocket of air, his brain whispered. Lie still for a minute, it will blow over. He tore his hand from the mattress and raised it to his face: his pinkie trembled. The next jolt threw him off the couch, and somewhere in the gondola’s bowels, two dozen throats produced a collective sigh. Shea was about to join them when a thought sent him into nervous laughter – a fall from grace. Perhaps a literal one this time.
Well, he refused to go out like that.
Still buttoning his shirt, he peeked into the corridor. To his right, the door to the luxury suite swung open, spewing a man in a smoking jacket who sized him up and, in