By Jacques Antoine, Jeanette Raleigh, Jess Mountifield, Alison Blake, Brandon Hale
Roads finish. they start someplace, too. In among, all demeanour of items take place: friendship, betrayal, horror and even perhaps pleasure. For a few, the top of the line brings love and happiness, for others affliction and soreness, and for a useful few, sorrow could lead on to anything revelatory. The potholes and pitfalls present in this anthology are many, yet for each personality, there's an finish of the road.
This highway leads to a suite of brief tales by way of 25 of the main talented writers of our time. meant for fanatics of brief fiction far and wide, the End of the Road is a needs to learn for a person cause on holding present with the literary scene.
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Donna B. McNicol
L. S. Burton
C. A. Newsome
J R C Salter
E. B. Boggs
David A. Cuban
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