Don Hawley Bücher

For all we knew, our world was at an end. None of us really thought we’d come out alive; it was about taking whatever fate dealt us and fighting for every card we could get. I trudged down the slope, the snow and mud pulling at my tired, numb feet. I felt as washed out and pale as the landscape before me. Yet, like a machine, I pressed on, battling the urge to lie down and die. Thank God it was getting darker; with nightfall, we would have to stop and find shelter, giving me a chance to recuperate. Surrounding us were dark, bleak trees, standing like bars in a ghostly cell, and my eyes constantly darted to them. I was exhausted, but not too tired to be wary of sudden death. Something instinctive within me clung to hope. About the Publisher: Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic works. This book is a reproduction of an important historical piece, digitally reconstructed to preserve the original format while repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, some imperfections from the original, such as blemishes or missing pages, may be replicated in our edition, but most are successfully repaired. Any remaining imperfections are intentionally left to maintain the historical integrity of the work.