A Mist of Grit and Splinters by Graydon Saunders

from the witness who fled, while the complete description comes from a doctor about whom their friends continue to express concern. My experience of the events was entirely coloured by having been given the large dose of happy-juice customarily applied to those certain to die in circumstances where happy-juice remains in plentiful supply. The sensation of having material parts of myself return from dead demons and passed time I would lack the words to describe had I been fully conscious while the events were occurring. The texture of Shadow’s will must first admit in the hearer the possibility that anyone’s will has a texture before I might strive to describe it, and then I must struggle with the problem of the texture being that of no material thing with which I am in any way familiar. I will say that while Shadow’s material presence has not altered, I have not since that day again apprehended them as one might apprehend one’s youthful cousin, a thing I had commonly done before that time. That my unexpected — and entire — recovery led to the irritating circumstance of being hale and confined to a hospital I do not lay to Shadow’s responsibility, but rather to the caution of the medical profession. This enforced stay did provide me with more than a sufficiency of time to prepare my report on the action Below the Edge and to that purpose I put as much of my attention as I could. As that action was a short one, the report could not absorb especially much time. Parliament having