The wind diminished. Sometime after midnight it lost the force that had been tearing buildings apart, but it remained dangerous — still carrying debris, still capable of killing a person standing in the open. The wreckage that held Isaac Cline and his three daughters had drifted roughly three hundred yards from where their house had stood. His brother J…
Chapter 12 - After the Battle
“A kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.” — Sun Tzu
