He was one step removed from a bastard child, different only because his father had, once upon a time, acknowledged him. Often, though, he wished he had been a bastard. Perhaps if he didn’t know anything about his patronage, he wouldn’t be filled with the constant desire to kill his father. Now, though, the way it was in his twenty-third year alive, Trent Fallgood felt no stronger yearning than that.
It didn’t help that he saw his father’s face everywhere. Daniel Fallgood: pure, revered,. . .
He was one step removed from a bastard child, different only because his father had, once upon a time, acknowledged him. Often, though, he wished he had been a bastard. Perhaps if he didn’t know anything about his patronage, he wouldn’t be filled with the constant desire to kill his father. Now, though, the way it was in his twenty-third year alive, Trent Fallgood felt no stronger yearning than that.
It didn’t help that he saw his father’s face everywhere. Daniel Fallgood: pure, revered,. . .
Okee-doke, folks. I’ve wasted enough time sitting on the Prologue. Now, please enjoy the first chapter (or as we’re gonna start calling them around here, level) of SideScroller.
