Everyone in my village is crazy. They whisper behind my back about a brother I've never had. How can they all remember a boy who I kw never existed? Sure, my nightmares are a little too vivid. The sight of blood terrifies me, but lots of people can't stand the stuff. There's thing wrong with me. I'm totally sane. That's what I believed, at least. Until the night of the earthquake. Until I saw that broken corpse lying in the rubble. Until I met him.
S. B. Sebrick was raised in Vancouver, Washington. He has published short stories in 2005 and 2006 of Clark College's annual 'Phoenix' Anthology. He recently finished 'Dire', the last of the 'Assassin's Rising' novels. He often posts updates and teasers about the rest of his works from his website at http: //www.sbsebrick.co