Eight college stoners went camping one weekend in 1998 and never came back. A post-YA humor horror ’High’ low Epic (read: long-ass) feminist fantasy novel. Part one of a series, because of COURSE it is.
Prologue
I don’t know who will pick this up. I doubt I’ll keep it, and I doubt very much I’ll be around as you’re reading it. Nevertheless I’ll write it still. Perhaps it’s because there is a small part of me, no matter how much I deny it, that still wants someone; anyone, to know the truth. Let me tell you about the Ithri. Let me tell you how the Menra tribes passed form this world. Then let us see whether the patriot within you still remains.
I feel I ought to give you. . .
Prologue
I don’t know who will pick this up. I doubt I’ll keep it, and I doubt very much I’ll be around as you’re reading it. Nevertheless I’ll write it still. Perhaps it’s because there is a small part of me, no matter how much I deny it, that still wants someone; anyone, to know the truth. Let me tell you about the Ithri. Let me tell you how the Menra tribes passed form this world. Then let us see whether the patriot within you still remains.
I feel I ought to give you. . .
