"On many days, the dampness of the air pervades all life, all living. Matches refuse to strike. The towel, hung to dry, grows wetter by the hour. The newspaper, with its headlines about integration, wilts in your hand and falls limply into the coffee and the egg. Envelopes seal themselves. Postage stamps mate with one another as shamelessly as grasshoppers."

Lost Generation hops heads frequently, but as I polish to the work, I also focus each chapter's point-of-view. My goal since the end of the first Sword & Laser contest is to impress and shock my readers. They have put their faith in me, and I must deliver.