EMPIRE is finished, but still in the editing stages. Here is a small clip from chapter 6 which is a key turning point in the story:
I have my father’s hands: large palms and long, graceful fingers. I feel their weight, their size. I think of the nimble gestures, their quick-responding ligaments: possessing surgical accuracy and yet I know they will never have that possibility. Careful. I think about what they’ve held, what they never can. They seem like strong hands. But they couldn’t respond. When I needed them most they were sloppy and disordered. And now they are here. Empty. Lacking. Like a dream deferred but they do not explode. They simply sit and wait for nothing.
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