Book Description

The town is as it was before, just devoid of the warmth that made it worthy of that term. A collection of buildings, roads laid like a carpet for a queen that will never come. Banners hang with slogans to be read-only by the dust-laden wind. The market is all set up like it awaits the stallholders at any moment. The only sound is the blackbird that cries as if it can bring back the people who left tasty scraps if only it calls loud enough. Against the wall of the old courthouse is a bicycle, the chain dangling on the sidewalk. Ahead is the clock tower, forever stuck at half past noon. If you stand still enough perhaps time is indeed frozen, perhaps it is just your bones that don't realize it. Or perhaps it's the cursed town. Such is Woodfort, an Indian town abandoned after the British reign. But make no mistake time has flourished here also. But what happens when a man who lusts war crosses path with a man who knows the grim sobriety that comes with war. Well dive on… learn how to fall.